Searching for Flitsee Flinger

I started Tuesday's blog posts as a journey... a journey to understand the role of blogging women in bloggywood. Their hopes. Their dreams. The challenges they face. My journey begins and ends with Flitsee Flinger: an award-winning blogger who seemed to be on top of the world, who had the love and adoration of thousands, but who--for very personal reasons--quite simply vanished from blog life. I was, quite literally, Searching for Flitsee Flinger.

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RahX said…
RYC: and what sort of "kind" is it?
October 29, 2005 1:22 am
mistipurple said…
there was a flitsee flinger? wow.
so there must be a lesson somewhere in here.
October 29, 2005 8:11 pm
mistipurple said…
happy halloween people!!! madamerouge and mitzzee baby!! i love you forever! kisses!
October 30, 2005 10:28 am
madamerouge said…
The uninitiated should click here.
October 30, 2005 12:34 pm
mistipurple said…
*clutter. i have an emotional need to clutter here. thanks by the way. please don't bar me from here. i'm so needy that i can't stand myself.
October 31, 2005 9:05 am
Shora said…
We all miss the Mitz. Sniffle.

Madamerouge - love the new pic! The long hair is SUCH a great look for you.

You'll blog about Halloween games on Church Street I hope...
October 31, 2005 8:58 pm
Anonymous said…
you're FLITZEE FLITTER...or whatever.
November 01, 2005 1:17 pm
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