Really, I'm alright. I'll pick up the pieces and move on.
I still thank Erin.
Here's your poem:
They say better late than never
But they don't know the painful sting that has stung,
Of unreciprocated blog followdom
I sat by the calendar wondering, waiting
Anticipating the little picture of the girl with my name in the Follower's box.
Feeling like an ox, whilst stuffing her face with Wagonwheels.
Does she know how it feels?
Or am I just like a reel
From her least favourite Harry Potter movie?
I'll cheer up and think groovy
Because Erin is now one of us.
As penance Erin - say 17 Hail Marys and watch this Genesis video with a heavy feeling in your heart:)
P.S. Phil Collins is singing behind the drumkit - always a weird sensation.