This is emotional blackmailing and I know it

Dear Lovely Readers,

as some of you may know, I recently switched sites and…

…you know what would mean the world to me?? 🙂

If me dear beloved readers made the transition with me? Please? I don’t want to lose you guys!!

So could y’all could move yourselves over to the new and improved Apricots and Cream and follow and support me there that be great. 😀

maybe with a cherry on top?

It would mean soooooooo much to me!!!!

I’m like almost begging here!!!

I will send cookies!!!!!!!!!!!!

These could be yours, all you have to do is come to the dark side 😮 😛

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Subject: How I Met The Bloody Mary In Me

*Ahem, Ahem*

Got your attention?

Good.

FYI: This is a sorta, kinda, so-called “response post” to a post from A Mr.Louis from VA:

🌸🌸🌸

Dear How I Met Your Mother Writers,

How could you?!? How dare you destroy my favorite series in the world with such a horrid ending?!!

I would like to inform you that I CRIED throughout the whole episode!! I  would also like to inform you that I NEVER cry while watching TV. NEVER!!! And you know what makes matters a whole lot worse???? I wasn’t even watching the real ending!! You hear that? The ALTERNATIVE ENDING brought me to my knees!!! The freaking ending that was supposed to make everything good again after your terrible mistake of a first ending.

I refused to watch Season 9 until the new, supposedly better, ending was aired.

I walked away from any conversation that included talk about the actual ending, because I didn’t want to ruin my FAVORITE SERIES IN THE WHOLE FREAKIN’ WORLD!!!

Do want to know how I felt while watching your improved (excuse me while I laugh) ending???

A little piece of my heart broke with every passing minute. I could actually feel little chips of it breaking off until finally it shattered.

My little brother FORBADE me from watching the real ending and quickly told me what happens. (It was a “tearing a bandage off a wound” kinda thing.) And all I have left to say, dear Mr. and Ms. How I Met Your Mother People:

How

Do

You

Sleep

At 

Night?

Yours Sincerely,

Bloody Mary

Subject: …..dafuq?……

Dear Marlena,

Oh my gosh you wouldn’t believe what a fudged up night I had yesterday…. I met up with my friends, Lizzy and Catalina, and a guy I had recently met, Ian. At first things went really great and I and a lot of fun.

But then Liz and Catalina had to leave…. It was just Ian and me……  At first things were still kinda fun. We decided to go into this little café/bar we found on the way, because it had started to rain. I ordered some tea and he had some sort of cocktail with coconut milk….. I don’t know…. We talked about everything and nothing; school, a broccoli in his class who finally got yelled at by a teacher, that he has math test next week, and something about if I would style my hair into a Mohawk for 500.000 €. And that’s when things got weird. We were talking about the stupid hair thing when he suddenly said, “You should let your hair grow.” I was like whaat, but he went on, “yes you should let your hair grow, at least past your shoulders, and dye them brown.”

What. What!!!??

At first I thought he was joking, but nawa this went on for the next 2 hours. The reasons he gave: Brown hair seems to suit my personality better, because blond hair is always associated with stupidity, stubbornness and being shallow and clearly I am none of those things. (Not sure if I should be flattered).

Long hair would look better than my silly short hair because short hair is associated with my “rebellious phase” or something I didn’t quite get that…. And lastly he wanted me to get ride of my bangs. Reason: Bangs shorten the face………………..

Oh and did I mention that by the end of the night his started to criticize my CUPCAKE EARRINGS!!! and the fact that they were colored blue, white and red which are the colors of the French flag and I shouldn’t be wearing them in Austria because German people don’t like French people…….. (what!!?)

Displaying IMG_20141109_170655.jpg (serious badass french earings you see here 😉 ) 

When I asked him why the feathers he wanted to change me so badly he replied: “I don’t want to change you, I want to improve you”.

I am proud to say I didn’t kill him.

Sorry for rambling I just wanted to get this of my chest… Hope you have a great day!!

Love,

Cora xx