Hi. My name is Belle. And I need to apologize, on behalf of all us chanches.
You’re probably confused, concerned, and REALLY creeped out. You’re probably thinking to yourself “who the blazes are these weird people who are internet stalking me.” And that’s ok. We get that a lot.
I just wanted to allay you. You are in no danger. We are not going to sneak in through your bedroom window while you sleep and make a sweater out of your hair. Even though that would be awesome. We know that is wrong, and are trying to restrain ourselves. We will make do with hiding in the bushes outside your school.
Ok, I am totally joking. As the Thomas Jefferson of this paper, I took some artistic liberty and put all that crap in.
My friends and I just really enjoy your blog. Shannon, the author of Chanche Catalog, discovered your blog one day and recognized its relevance to our lives, and overall awesomeness. She showed the rest of us, and we all agreed. Your writings reveal you to be someone that we all feel we could get along with. As theatre nerds and pessimistic geeks, we identified with your writings, and I guess we’ve become attached to them.
As attempting bloggers ourselves, we know that the best posts are the result of writing about what you know. And we know that your writings are relevant to our lives. Recently, we’ve been finding the inspiration for our writings in your posts. That’s what all the ping-backing is about. And all the commenting.
We realize that we’ve been a little creepy, and are sorry. We just really enjoy your writings, and feel, at least I feel, that you would enjoy our posts since we’re so similar. We have no intention of creeping you out. We won’t do anything stalkerish. We know this is wrong. And we don’t have the resources to find out where you live. Darn.
We wish you the best, and hope that you weren’t too scarred from this experience.