Dear Billy Bob

*knock, Knock*

Billy-Bob...Billy Bob are you ok?

*pokes her little blog*

C'mon now, wake up, it's time to move, it's time to grow and feed again!



I'm sorry my little Billy-Bob this little lady has been a very bad girl indeed.
You need nourishment, fululment, and I have definately not provided that for you.



Don't worry Billy-Bob, just because my net has been cut off it doesn't mean you wil lbe starved forever. For I have a plight and plan in mind. Oh dear little Billy-Bob...

When I look at your layout, I think of chocolate, a swiss divine chocolate made from cocoa so deep within the amazon forest that I had to tame an Anaconda to find it. Don't ask how I did it Billy Bob, let's just say it involved a lot of ostrich feathers.



Billy Bob, this post is for you. It is not an interesting post, but it is a pots nonotherless, one that will feed you and hopefully spark some sort of life into those dull little eyes of yours.



And now the rants begin, my dear, dear Billy-Bob





Billy-Bob, did you see the pretty picture of me and my dearest friend Courtney? We dressed up as Vocaloid Charecters, ah the true calling of a geek such as myself, dressing up as fictional charecters. What other way is there to spend your weekend? Socializing? Pffft... who does that these days?

See Billy Bob? Aren't we something?

Ahhh the blisfull days of sitting underneath a tree, pretending to sleep as tiny ants chew their way through the supple skin of my backside.

Housemates have come and gone, ah Billy Bob, I had an entire entry written up, I believe I called it 'The beast with a thousand chins' but decided it a little crude, and rude so did not post it, after all if one has nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all.

Billy Bob, I hae yet to start my Vlogs, I am a naught naughty lass. Perhaps i'm lacking inspiration? afte rall as one's health deteriorates so does ones creative juices, I think I need a nice long sleep Billy-Bob. Sleep, the time where I could quite possibly be a viking, or perhaps I'd relive the dream of last night;

Where I was a pencil, and could move around, but one day, someone tried to sharpen me and I didn't like it one bit. Now I have a new found respect for our little wooden friends.


Billy-Bob. I have also started selling Avon, and will create a lovely little sister for you. A blo about products and what not. Of course, you will be my one true calling and only love.

Love from

Tiffers~