For a brief, shining moment this weekend I thought I had a reader. A real, live, non-friend-who-has-to-read-this-lest-I-scream-at-them reader. I spent a few glorious days convinced I was suddenly a REAL and TRUE blogger. I was certain any second my rank would improve on technorati, someone would trackback to one of my 8 witty posts and the Fake Steve Jobs would call me up and we would have a chuckle at all the other fake bloggers.
Turns out it was just one of my clever friends pretending to be a real reader.
If you will excuse me, I will be in my office trying to figure out a way to hang myself with my shoelaces.
10 comments:
new too. come over and say hi.
I'm scared.
You are on your way now! Looks like you have two comments. Watch out..
You'll be getting readers in no time. I mean, how could you not with that extremely attractive picture that you've posted.
i'm a real reader, Blair. Hang in there and thanks for being a part of the Colbert nation
Me too although I don't think anyone cares
Blair Blair Blair, I know you too well to think you are going to hang your self with your shoe laces. I can't remember the last time I saw you in anything other than flip flops.
freaking sweet.
piss off
You know what'd be a cool blog idea. One about food. The tech age is dead, its all about food now. I'm Hungry.
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