Every once in awhile, I happen upon this blog and feel a little sorry for it. It's funny that I don't write here, really, because I know a ton of real life people who use this site and most of my "friends" on other blog sites are random interneterz. I used to have more friends on those sites, and then one by one they have stopped blogging for various reasons, those reasons including but not limited to them now having gained something of a "real life."
Still, here I sit, internet stalker extraordinaire, purusing stacks of stale days-old blogs in effort to find something worthy of my comments. Lunch, perhaps? To the matter at hand...do I have a "real life"? Debatable. We'll save that question for later. Dessert.
Every once in awhile, I happen upon this blog and feel a little sorry for it. It's funny that I don't write here, really, because I know a ton of real life people who use this site and most of my "friends" on other blog sites are random interneterz. I used to have more friends on those sites, and then one by one they have stopped blogging for various reasons, those reasons including but not limited to them now having gained something of a "real life."
Still, here I sit, internet stalker extraordinaire, purusing stacks of stale days-old blogs in effort to find something worthy of my comments. Lunch, perhaps? To the matter at hand...do I have a "real life"? Debatable. We'll save that question for later. Dessert.
Behold, an artist's rendition of a germ during flu season*:
