Follow-up

Okay--that was fun and I think you should all visit more often--and I should visit back. I'll work on that last part. And if you're being stubborn and not saying hello STILL, well, I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt and pretending your internet connection is spotty or because of my previous posts, you've been too afraid to read. I think that's reasonable. But when you have internet again, or you stop being afraid of me, I still think you should come say hello.

P.S. In case you haven't noticed (and I know you haven't), Tolkien Boy no longer visits me. This could be because he no longer visits anyone--but since I don't stalk him anymore, I don't know. However, as someone pointed out to me, his absence is making Mr. Fob's belief that I am a figment of TB's imagination seem somewhat flawed. And so I will publicly admit that I am NOT his figment, nor have I ever been. Truthfully, even though Tolkien Boy's imagination is marvelous, even he could not dream up a person as conflicted as I am--and if he did, it would be a man. You know I'm right, Mr. Fob. Let's face it, for the most part, TB's female figments are seriously two-dimensional and not even close to being as lovely as I am. In fact, they rather frighten me in their austerity and shallowness. I have little love for the female figments of TB's imagination. However, in fairness, last year for a short time he worked on making them more appealing and was somewhat successful once or twice. They were much nicer, if a little bit short on IQ points. BUT...none of them turned into me. Conclusion: I must be a figment of someone else's imagination, which is a pity. I like TB.