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Monday, August 23, 2004
My Watercolourboy Testimony - Part 2
Through blogging, I gained something very valuable, a special gift in the form of Watercolourboy. I recall introducing him to my hot friend Scuba with such proud eyes. I also can't forget the time we went clubbing together. I exuded this uncompromising confidence derived from knowing that WCB will back me up in whatever.
All in all, I'm so priviledged to have him as my confidante because I look up to him. Also, I've never met anyone who has sex as often as he does. Don't let that innocent waterfall picture plastered on his blog fool you. This guy is a BIG perv, and his sexual posts are always juicy. (***** To WCB: I say all this with love, babe. With love... it's funny how our friendship started off anonymously. Well, not exactly. Click here and here *****)
There is merit to my praise. Watercolourboy has become someone I automatically turn to as he possesses a menagerie of welcomed information about "city folks". Also, Watercolourboy gives good advice. This past weekend, there were two incidences where without him, I don't think I would be as calm and collected as I am right now.
Everytime I phone him, my first few words are along the lines of "Babe, did I catch you at a bad time?" He could be getting laid, ya never know...
As of late, Watercolourboy's posts have been on the mushy heartfelt side, very uncharacteristic of him. When faced with the unexpected (like an operation), I suppose everyone including WCB is susceptible to feeling vulnerable. He might be a big boy, but I still feel some concern.
So to you, WCB, I'm merely reiterating the obvious: You're loved by so many bloggers. And babe, I love you too. I mean it.
Yeah yeah. Mush moment.
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