Internet, you are no longer dead to me. I know I said some pretty harsh things a few weeks ago when I kicked you out of the house, but I take it back. I was just angry about all the porn you had lying around. And I'm still angry about that, actually. You should clean yourself up.
But no matter how I feel, it was wrong of me to say that I hated you and would never contribute to your infinite pages of blogdom anymore. I shouldn't have covered you with all that melted cheese. Maybe in a different context that would have been funny, but this time it was from a cruel and bitter heart. I'm sorry.
Do you forgive me?
Thanks. Next time I get mad, I'll just yell at the cat, and then we can all go get some ice cream together.
2 comments:
I'll forgive you if you buy me a big diamond, like Kobe got his wife after his "slip up" in Colorado.
Yay! My bribe worked!
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