I had a Thursday Thirteen ready to go, but then you decided that even you would turn your back on me. I had all of fifteen minutes allowed to me by the human pet to post my beautiful creation, but no, it was not meant to be.
Blogger, why would you do this to me? I have been so faithful to you. I have been so loyal. Can you not see how my heart bleeds shades of tan and blue and occasionally white for you? What more can I do to appease you? What does it take to win your heart?
You hurt me, Blogger. You really hurt me. I expect this neglect from my human pet as of late, but not you. Not ever you. Don't you remember all of those nights when we snuggled together as the moonlight peeked through the blinds and highlighted my whiskers while I typed away along the keys? Precious memories like those don't come along very often.
Blogger, if we need to hug this out, I'm male enough to let that happen. Let's hug this out, Blogger, so that we both can move forward. I want to stop hurting inside, and I want to forgive you.
Come on now: hug it out.