Friday, July 27, 2007

No No Drama . . You Don't Want No Drama (Nod to Black-Eyed Peas)

15 comments:

Lou said...

I'll read any and all of them. Anything you write makes me disappear into another world.

meghan said...

Whew! Well... keep me posted on which one you decide to use! I miss you!

ell said...

Cate, "I will follow you, follow you wherever you may go . . ." (nod to Ricky Nelson).

:-D

Amber said...

Oh, just keep this one. This is the one I read! lol Maybe I need your "secret" blog address. But really, I wouldn't worry about it too much. If you are not using your real name here, it would be hard to find you. I don't use my whole name, and I google myself all the time to see if my blog ever comes up (i don't want my mom to fnd it). It never comes up.

And also. Do you really think those same parents are not tossing out a good "fuck" on a daily basis? LOL

:)

hollibobolli said...

Blog drama blows. It's just amazing how much of it exists.

At BlogHer they said the key to being a successful blogger was to have many blogs which specialized on very specific things. WHAT THE??

I can barely manage one, thank you very little.

Just blog as you want to and ignore the rest. You just have to or it will drive you insane. We all knew this when we started blogging.

Shesawriter said...

And I thought my life was complicated! LOL! Just dropped in to say HI. Hope you're doing well.

Tanya

cherry girl said...

I think all the other comments made here go for me too, I love reading your writing! I understand your dilema too :)

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Ann Marie Simard said...

Hah Cate! I just googled you and sourced back. Missing your writing. All good thoughts your way. No more blogspot though ... I am elsewhere and will keep on looking :) Hugs and smiles from Ann Marie, ex poetic justice. Now just Orchard Office. I, too understand your dilemma. And it is funny indeed to find old blog friendies commenting here.

Anonymous said...

Sweetie, Bec and I have both tried emailing you and it is getting bounced back. Email us, K...I think you know the addy.
Hugs,
a.
(of the ABC girls)

Anonymous said...

I miss your writing, whaaaaaaa!!!! I am going to post here every day till you come back.
Seriously, watch me.
:)
a.

GoGo said...

Hey do you still check this.

I miss your readings and want to get connected again...but the email you sent with the website didnt come through...email me again, if your still blogging.

~GoGo

Anonymous said...

Ok, maybe once a week I'll bug you, lol.
MISS YOUUUUUUU!
a.

Anonymous said...

Has it been a week yet? Sheesh, time flys.
Love ya,
a.

Anonymous said...

sigh...another week.