You are all so petty and the infighting drives me crazy, even when I participate. I hate when people post nice pictures because I hate nice nice pictures. I don't like all the love love love hug hug either, so I am out of here.
I am being driven away by people who post every day, especially if they like me or give me hugs. Don't hug me! You can pet me if you want, but i won't be around to accept it.
You can try through PM's. I plan to not be here ever again except for Saturdays, and even then don't expect ME to be here. I hate it here and think everyone except me is a good writer - but I'm great.
Don't bother writing any elegies to me, although I know you are all going to be in deep mourning that I am gone. OK, go ahead - but don't expect me to read them since I won't be here to read them. I am going to be doing very important things elsewhere.
I know how much you love me, but I just can't be here anymore to accept that adulation. It's too much. I am so great that it is painful to be me.
I will miss you - well, no, I won't to be honest. I'll be busy making slaves move rocks to erect a statue of me.
Good luck!
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good-bye!
xenon: Oh captain my captain - I am flouncing to the ship to sulk in a corner until somone gives me a bottle of rum.
vanessa! Yikes,ok I will do that no wait...can I just write a poem instead?
Kathy: (skulks away in shame for bad flouncing)
Linda: Don't ever stop. I'm saving them all until I need them!
oryoki: it's a lame attempt..since I don't have the dress.
LL2: Ice cream?! Why yes i shall! But I'm sulking in the corner of the pirate ship right now.
scanner: Well, I GUESS I could stay. I won't make you move the really heavy rocks to erect the me statue of ME.
Oh fuck. Femme brings the flouncing rules into play. OK, no flounce. Just sulking. Sniff.
Wait. What? You're not leaving? Oh. Welcome back.
oops..i mean *hugs*
nana: I'm sorry but not or not sorry but am.
Actually, Scarlett, I want everyone on their feet worshipping me like a sky kitten or the Sun. Save your knees for lesser deities.
pastvoices: You got it!
Jon: A firing squad would be awesome because i am in the sky now, looking down on you. Can't wait till we awkwardly not hug!
grif: I would come down from the sky for a boat ride. Also, you can gang up on me right now, since I'm not here.
dear smithery: the site of my temple is a secret. However, if you would like to forge something in my honor I would be pleased.
Inverted: OK, I'm back, but don't tell anyone. hand over the bottle.
Frazier : Should this be a call in or will you entertain me in your rooftop apartment in Seattle? Also, I'll probably do your dad.
lorianne! Now I'm really leaving!
(huddling in corner waiting for bottle of rum)
foolish monkey: You have called me out! No crinoline, no flounce credibility!
You're just leaving because you now have to admit to being one of my 15 affairs within the hallowed halls of OS!
Fess up and let's get on with it!
Crankster: No I really do have slaves erecting a statue of me! I'm gonna be like Montezuma. But yes it is April 1st.
patricia K: It is up to you to decide.
-iq-: Unfortunately I will need the actual flounce dress - so don't cry. I'll be muttering to myself in the corner forever.
Gary Justis: Farewell! I hate this place! See you tomorrow.
Oh captain my captain! Ise would never taint a good swig of pure pirate wimmin rum with a dastardly fruit juice, and I'll stick the small umbrellas up the arse of anyone who tries!
Tom Cordle: I'll look forward to it.
Leepin Larry: It is me, but don't tell anyone. Our secret!
JD: You were the best of my , wait, what? Top ten, and that is all I am saying.
Abrawang: I'll come visit - oh wait I'm leaving. Except for tomorrow. I will confess I thought you were a woman for, like, ever.
(((bigger hugs than anyone else and that means you Rita)))
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Never mind.