no, seriously

I know I don’t own blue. I would simply like to know why your blue suddenly has my sentences in it. #

Another blog. Different girl. This time it’s not just a header idea. Title formatting, little profile phrases, the way links are named, even an Eclipse-ish nickname. I sat there with two windows open feeling ridiculous because on one level none of this matters. Nobody has stolen my house. Nobody has emptied my bank account. It’s HTML and words on a screen. But another part of me keeps thinking: then write your own words. That’s what a personal weblog is for. If you like the way I made a border, ask me how. I will probably tell you. If you like a colour, use it. I don’t care. If you take a sentence that came out of my head and place it under your photograph as though it came out of yours, that feels different.

I didn’t write to her.

I showed one of the girls I know from Splinder and she immediately recognised it too, which made me feel less insane but not less annoyed.

Yuri says ignore it.

Easy for him. Nobody has started a weblog called `Yurissimo` using his MSN name yet.

Remember me, Eclipse.