The little red heart

Where did it come from? What did it mean? And why is it sitting on my desk?







7 comments

  1. Jack Baruth »

    16 December 2013 · 1:39 pm

    You have a stalker. This could be good, or bad.

  2. CGHill »

    16 December 2013 · 1:48 pm

    Must be a really good stalker, since literally no one else, to my knowledge, has set foot in that room in at least a year. Even if NSA sent a drone, it would still have to have cranked open at least one window.

  3. sya »

    16 December 2013 · 6:50 pm

    Then clearly your stalker has access to some advanced quantum tunneling technology.

  4. CGHill »

    16 December 2013 · 7:44 pm

    Which, of course, leads to the question: Why would someone with this much power at hand bother with the likes of me?

  5. hatless in hattiesburg »

    17 December 2013 · 12:33 am

    ask sarah connor ;)

  6. fillyjonk »

    17 December 2013 · 8:13 am

    If you traveled in the same circles that I do, I’d propose that a long time back, someone sent you a glitter-bombed card, and one piece of it hung around. (Glitter: the herpes of crafting)

    I suspect, though, most of your IRL friends/colleagues are not into sending greeting cards stuffed full of glitter.

  7. McGehee »

    17 December 2013 · 5:12 pm

    It’s simple: you don’t wear your heart on your sleeve, but in your keyboard.

    That’ll be five cents, please.

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