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Sunday, 4 December 2011

I think it kicked...

I think my baby moved.

I'll keep you alive, honey.

No matter what.


  1. Hey Ava, good to see you're alive. We're worried, I can guarantee it. I agree, keep your baby alive. Don't know what to say, but stay safe. For the both of you.

    P.S. Are you still mad at some of us? Cause if I recall correctly, you were quite mad at some people both in the community and your comments. Just wondering.

  2. To be honest, my dear, I really haven't thought about any of you. I have my own concerns.

    But, I suppose if anyone needs help that can be offered over the internet, I shall see what I can do.

  3. Holy @#!*% you're alive!!!

    Holy @#!*% you're pregnant!!!

    Congrats! ..I think.

    Anywho, good to have ya back.

    And be the way, I've managed to weaponize the Slendersludge!

  4. Good to see you're still knocking about somewhere. Good luck.

  5. Miss Avalesca, it's a pleasure to meet you.

    My self-designation is The Watcher.

    I have some theories as to what this thing wants, what its origins are (read Zeke's Mary interview),

  6. Ava--holy shit fuck--is it really you?!

    Are you okay? I mean fuck this comment is late but I've been staying away from the blogs ever since...shit happened.

    Goddamn I thought you were dead, I thought that it had gotten to you and--fuck!'s good to see this thing updating. I guess it sorta takes a load off the shoulders in a way.

  7. Now this is an unexpected development. It is good to see you are still surviving Ava. I expected you to never return to this. I'm glad to be proved wrong.

    I don't wish to turn this happy welcome back down but I feel it must be asked. How are you coping now? Are the issues from before lessening?

  8. Avalesca, my dear, how good it is to see you again.

    We really must catch up, sweetie. Things have happened you know.

    sbeovqqra fcrnx

    Stay frosty, honeychile.

  9. Ava, The London Librarian, returned to us. I am glad to see you are well, and that your child is as well. If you ever need a safe haven to be watched over when trouble calls, I'm sure my colleagues and I will be glad to assist you. We have been hoping to contact you as it is, seeing as we think you would be a great help to us.

    -The Count


  11. Glad to see you're still around, Ava. Happy to see that there's still at least three of us from the UK.

  12. Y'know I was looking back on the posts on my blog and then eventually yours cause' I'm stuck in this hell-hole-suburban-nightmare with a whiney ass copper watching my every move and my not-related-but-still-my-daughter trying to keep it together and remain sane with nothing to do. A lot has changed this year Avalesca. I mean hell, we both changed too much for our own good. I guess it's sorta ironic that the mean old guy ended up getting some sort of family and his spunky British friend lost hers.

    I mean, fuck, that came out wrong now that I look at it but whatever I'm not good with words.

    The point is Ava that you've seen hell and for a while there I thought you were dead. I wasn't really able to contact Celie or you so there was no way of knowing what happened to you or the baby. And now I guess you're going missing again. Maybe that's for the best cause' these blogs don't really seem all that good of an idea anymore. I keep thinking of deleting mine but then I remember that I gotta communicate with Cathy and, well, you now somehow and I don't do it.

    I dunno if you'll ever talk again on this and I guess if you don't this will be my last comment/post/words to/for you.

    You're the best friend I've ever had Avalesca and I fucking mean that. I went through a lot of shit and I met a lot of people along the way but you were the one who got to me the most. I don't regret getting to meet you and exchange insults and sarcasm while running for our lives. Things may have changed a lot since the beginning of this friendship but you better know that if you ever need someone to bitch to or to stay with, you got me. And Cynthia and Simon but they don't count as much. We both know I'm more special than them.

    Well shit now I'm rambling and acting like you're dead-which you're obviously not. Heh, hope you and the baby are doing well. I'm having a mini-heartattack over here knowing that both my ex-wife and my best friend are pregnant. You know how hard it is to deal with a crazy pregnant lady? Now I gotta deal with two. Guess I'm the unluckiest (or luckiest, take your pick) guy in the world.

    Gonna cut myself off now before I write a goddamn best selling New York Times novel.

    Keep your ass outta trouble, kid.