A Day in the Life of Holliberry

I feel like I'm failing somewhere here.

This was the conversation last night in my apartment.

K: Ooh, who's this?
Holliberry: Huh?
K: Oh, this guy just friended me. He's kinda cute.
Holliberry: You don't know him?
K: No. Ew, he's kinda old. Graduated in '81. I was... three. Nasty.
Holliberry: Hm. Hey, you should read my blog. I really feel strongly about this one and I think it's so long that no one read it. (Insert your name here) made a comment the other day that confirmed she hadn't. (because, let's face it, none of my guy friends read this blog--not that I'm bitter)
K: Ewwwww. He's a body builder.
Holliberry: Are you still looking at him?
K: Yeah, I accepted his friend request.
Holliberry: Oooookay.
K: Ugh. He posted (something about how he loves his car). Dork
Holliberry: So maybe instead of cyber stalking you should read my blog.
K: He's friends with so-and-so.
Holliberry: I tell you, I was witty and smart and stuff.
K: Mmm.
Holliberry: Also I really want you to read it. I think you would enjoy it.
K: (mutters)Freakin' nasty... (clicks on more pictures of Old Guy).

I don't know if I've mentioned this to y'all, but I really enjoy writing, and I take pleasure in it. Also, if you want me to admire your paper mache ducks you make as a hobby, I would. I would even put it on my desk at work with pride. Because that's what friends are for.

Not reading my blog is like the equivalent of not being excited about owning a piece of my pottery when I offer it to you. Except that while I may never give you a piece of pottery again if you look pained when I offer you one, I still will fully expect you to read my blog. Because if you have time to cyberstalk or do online gaming for three hours a day, you have time to read my deep thoughts. And don't think there won't be a pop quiz.

**In K's defense, she OCCASSIONALLY checks my blog without prompting. But I choose to be petty and whiney to illustrate a point.