I’ll look at my dashboard and then smile and think to myself “I built this dashboard. I went to every blog and made the decision to follow them. This is a good dashboard.” And I feel all mushy and warm on the inside when I realize that other people have added me to their dashboard that they must also love and I just feel good.
And then I scroll down and there is literally a photoset of naked butts.
PENCIL:I'm sorry, 'couse you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time.
ERASER:That's true, but i don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though, one of these days, I know I'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.