2.01.2010

Welcome, People.


I want chocolate milk but I don't want to say it, actually.

How I feel about blogging: that I should interest you in my sorrow. I'm greedy for popularity and popular for my greed. I'm ashamed to have said that.

I am going to go think about what I've said. In my room alone. In my elbow. The tears.

Welcome to our obnoxious blog of restless sadness and childhood.
Tinder (10) & Saskia (9)


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5 comments:

  1. UnknownFebruary 1, 2010 at 5:23 PM

    Dear Blonde Sorrows,

    This is the most sorrowful thing I've ever seen. I think for that reason it is exactly what I've been waiting and hoping for.

    I need some advice: is it better to weep openly or to shoulder it all bravely?

    Yours in sorrow,
    Karin Marie

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  2. The Blonde SorrowsFebruary 1, 2010 at 5:30 PM

    Weep openly, Karin Marie. So that you sob and your tears flow down down down to the ground and make the flowers grow.

    Sadly,
    Saskia

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 3, 2010 at 4:27 PM

    Being a drycleaner must depress your mom too, or maybe the chemical fumes eat away her sorrow?

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  4. viejoFebruary 4, 2010 at 3:58 PM

    if you think blondes are sad, you should get a load of us brunettes!

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  5. viejoFebruary 4, 2010 at 4:05 PM

    weep to your heart is "currently unavailable"? (Insert weeping noises here. . .)

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