Dear snail mail lovers, as you might have noticed there weren't many updates on here lately. I have been so busy but new requests keep coming every day. I don't want to dash off my letters but honestly I can't keep up with this tempo!
So I made the difficult decision to close my project for new entries. This won't be forever, I have had a little hiatus before. I just want to have fun at writing, at the moment it feels more like a job than a hobby. For example: I still have to reply to letters I received in late September!
So, if you're reading this and you're still waiting for me to respond: I will, but it takes a little bit more time than I thought. If you want to write with me: please come back in a month or so, I won't be answering mails according this project the next few weeks. Please check out the pen pal calls or send in your own pen pal call (just write down your basic info, take a picture of it and send it to me).
I will keep updating this blog the following weeks with letters I received and sent lately, I just won't add new pen pals until I have the time to write everybody back. So don't worry, there will be updates on here!
4 comments:
jammer had graag met je geschreven.. maar ik begrijp het natuurlijk volkomen!
Tot over een maand ;) haha
Hey, I have that floral masktape as well :) Haha what a coincidence~~!
Looking back on the old times, snail mails are the most important and efficient mode of long distance communication that are still in active use as of now.
Dunno if this means anything to you, yet, it cannot hurt to be prepared, gurl; just reed to the bottom and you'll see what I mean by philanthropic epiphany ...
CAUTION: our 22-wildchild-blogOwama is a total wealth of bottomless sophistication, nuanced inferences, and synonymous metaphors you most prooooo’bly won’t find anywhere else. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN WISK!!
Frankly, I wouldn't be tooo worried about what the whorizontal world thot about me, dear; I'd be much more concerned about what Jesus shall say at our General Judgment. You may not like me now, yet, I’m not out to please you. Lemme wanna gonna tella youse Who (grrr - New Joisey accent):
Greeting, earthling. Not sure if we're on the same page if you saw what I saw. Because I was an actual NDE on the outskirts of the Great Beyond at 15 yet wasn’t allowed in, lemme share with you what I actually know Seventh-Heaven’s Big-Bang’s gonna be like for us if ya believe/accept: meet this ultra-bombastic, ex-mortal-Upstairs for the most extra-blatant, catch-22-excitotoxxins, guhroovaliciousnessly delicious, pleasure-beyond-measure, Ultra-Reality-Firepower-Addiction in the Great Beyond for a BIG-ol, kick-ass, party-hardy, robust-N-risqué, eternal-real-McCoy-warp-drive you DO NOT wanna miss the sink-your-teeth-in-the-rrrock’nNsmmmokin’-hot-deal: PLEASE KEEP HANDS/FEET INSIDE THE WIDE UNTIL WE MADE A CIRCUMFERENCE OF the OUTSTANDING, NEVER-ENDING, THRILLIONTH-RED-MARKER-POSSIBILITIES!!! Puh-leeeze meet me Upstairs. Do that for us. Cya soon, girl…
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