is back. He’s just standing in the doorway looking at me. He does’nt have to say anything because he knows that I know why he’s here.
It because I was laughing at that girls blog (below).
I think the thing is, sometimes I also can be awfully un-concise when saying what I’m saying.
I call this guy, ‘minister from the interior: Critic squad’. After two years of methodical tracking – this guy eventually caught up with poet-yak and pushed him down a flight of stairs.
I’m thinking if I write a piece called ‘How To Write a Blog’, then maybe that’ll appease him.