Slander

Everyone has been saying terrible things about Bloggie.

They say I neglect Bloggie. That I don’t post on Bloggie often enough.

They say days and weeks and months go by and I don’t visit Bloggie, to add more words and let the people know how I’m doing. To let Bloggie know how I’m doing.

Well? Here I am.

And where, may I ask, are all those psychopaths who are spewing lies day and night about me and Bloggie? Where are they to be found?

They are nowhere to be found.

Bloggie is mine. I love Bloggie.

I don’t know where I would be without Bloggie, and it’s not like other people know what goes on between the sheets, when me and Bloggie are alone and I’m whispering sweet things into Bloggie’s ears, telling Bloggie I don’t know where I’d be without Bloggie, saying I’ll never leave Bloggie, talking about all the things I’ve been working on.

Where are the psychopaths when that happens?

They are on the other side of the sheets. They are standing in a circle around the bed I’m in with Bloggie. And as soon as I emerge from that bed, leaving Bloggie all alone, they will know what to do.