tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903848080840259127.post3077157716827340656..comments2024-02-16T14:10:12.166+08:00Comments on Bibliophile Stalker: Stupid ThingsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903848080840259127.post-50074193099399744082006-09-19T19:22:00.000+08:002006-09-19T19:22:00.000+08:00But I love hearing about you Estelle. Well, consid...But I love hearing about you Estelle. Well, considering there's not much to read in your blog, hehehe. =)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903848080840259127.post-38968156320261732062006-09-19T13:43:00.000+08:002006-09-19T13:43:00.000+08:00Oy. In this hot weather? Has the sun fried your br...Oy. In this hot weather? Has the sun fried your brains? Geez. I actually also like walking but not when it makes it excruciatingly so.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903848080840259127.post-59197312545777434822006-09-19T13:06:00.000+08:002006-09-19T13:06:00.000+08:00you're not the only one. i have those urges too. i...you're not the only one. i have those urges too. i love walking just as long as it's not raining (i hate wet roads, which causes wet edges of pants). several favorite memories of mine include walking + good conversation. some of my worst memories include almost getting run over because of doing so, but it's all good.<br /><br />oh look, my comment is longer than your post. i'll shut up now :pAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com