dear shambot,

well. you’re still here. of COURSE you’re still here. that’s the thing about you, shambot. you’re always there for me. you’re putting it all into this relationship: you’re always waiting at the same webpage, with something new and delightful for me to read. you let me comment, even when i’ve abandoned you for weeks and weeks. and when i feel like bitching, you just tell me to let it all out.

but shambot, is it really fair to YOU for me to be participating in this relationship? i rarely post on you anymore. i am neglecting you, and you just take it. why can’t you fight back, shambot? i would be so much more compelled to post on you if you played hard to get. maybe sometime, if i haven’t checked you in a while, you could reroute me, with a message like, “i’m not always at your beck and call, katie.” then i’d want you. but you seem to have a hard time grasping the concept of playing hard to get.

it takes two to tango, shambot.

there’s other things, too…what’s with all these other posters? they’re on you EVERY DAY. every day, shambot, you’re in with some new dame (or manstuff) and i can’t take it any more! i don’t want to share you! they’re dirtying MY waters! you can’t ride two horses with one ass, don juan de shambot! or twelve, for that matter! twelve! that’s a huge ass you got there, shambot! if that’s even your real name! i bet it’s shamNOT, if you know what i mean!

ok, ok. i’m sorry, baby. no…stop. don’t be like that. you know i only say it cause i love you. i promise i’ll post every day in new york. art, too! maybe some pictures! yeah, i know. i said the same thing to photobucket, and look where we ended up.

but this time it’s different. i can change.

love,

katie