This is what happens when one high brow person tries to out high brow another high brow..you both end up banging your heads on the ceiling much to the delight of us dummies below.
Boring, dark, low-budget independent film shot in "faux-arty" Super 8 in which an infamous Local Writer and some random girl with a few degrees go to lunch. Nothing happens. They both blog about it. However, he does it publicly where she stumbles over it and puts a tiny note on his blog which essentially forces her whole private blog go public. It's not much of a war, but the costumes are elegant. Probably better in the original German, because the subtitles are wretched.
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This is what happens when one high brow person tries to out high brow another high brow..you both end up banging your heads on the ceiling much to the delight of us dummies below.
I've always sort of wished to hear the "other's" story on these dating blogs.
Now, I'd like to un-wish that. This town is too small for such a mess.
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Boring, dark, low-budget independent film shot in "faux-arty" Super 8 in which an infamous Local Writer and some random girl with a few degrees go to lunch. Nothing happens. They both blog about it. However, he does it publicly where she stumbles over it and puts a tiny note on his blog which essentially forces her whole private blog go public. It's not much of a war, but the costumes are elegant. Probably better in the original German, because the subtitles are wretched.
Boo. Stop pretending you don't looourrve the attention, SD.
This is what happens when insecure narcissists learn how to talk about themselves on the internets.
Reminds me of a Jackson Pollock painting.
An ugly mess that someone seems to find interesting. God knows why.
I wondered when anonymous would make his or her appearance...
Long live cowardly zings from the security of anonymity!
I didn't mean to steal your handle, I thought I was the only one. I'm working on a new one.
I don't know if I buy your story, S.M. But I appreciate your deference. I'd hate to see another bloody blogwar on DIW.
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