Pidgemont

Oh my sweet lord....I got some good links today we should read over, when we have a chance. Then we need to talk about timelines, cause I kid you not, some of this experience is getting on my last nerve. I will go find you and yak in your actual ear instead of your virtual one!

Though my sweet little Pidge is no dummy
The same can't be said for her tummy
It rejects its fate
And what's there on her plate
No matter how cheesy and yummy....

Homegrown baby gold potatoes, cooked in chicken stock and butter with fresh leeks, tender florets of cauliflower from the garden, a little bit of white meat chicken (Colin?) and herbed goat cheese melted over the top with some finely chopped chives......You have to get into remission soon. Whoever heard of a farmer who doesn't eat??

You are so articulate and shit!!!! When you put your mind to it....what's left of your mind, anyway.
I think this site could be useful to us, in many ways, in terms of our eventual goal to maybe meet Toilet Seat Guy. But in terms of private conversations, I think we can find better methods. I'm having trouble with my tiny computer continually logging me out after ten minutes here, a glitch I haven't quite figured out yet. Maybe another one of our messenger options would be more user friendly. However, I do think we can make use of this site, and I'm glad you're venturing out and starting to learn the way it functions. There is a lot of good information here.
Yeah, I am always afraid to talk to you. if only you weren't so HUGE and LOUD and OMINOUS....The saber toofs and claws don't help, either.

Heeheehee,the sad little Pidgie....wonders if you know where to buy C-4....

There once was a sad little Pidgie
'Cause her tummy was feeling all squidgy
She bought some C-4
Taped it right to the door
And blew up her now useless fridgie!!!!


Here's to food in your future, my dear. I will go cube you up some melon.

Way to go, Pidgie! Um...except for the fact that you posted to your own wall, instead of to mine.
I have this image of me having to type your messages for you because your arm is numb, and then I will, in effect, be writing to myself. Heh. You can just curl up and watch tv while I have long, deep converstions with the voices in my head.
Then I can pick a fight and blame you because it was your page I was writing from when i got angry with myself. Then I can probably even break up with myself, then get back together, ask for make-up sex, reject myself, and then go into a tailspin of depression. Maybe I will send myself flowers...cause nothing says love like the severed, dying sex organs of plants.

Hey babe, I think I am figuring this out. hopefully this will go back to you and I will answer the friend thing.

Hey Pidgie, this is what it will look like when someone posts a message on your wall. you should try posting one on mine to see how it works. I will friend you also, ok?