I was wandering through blogs today, and immediately I began trying to figure out what made the heavily visited ones different from those which were not. I read what they had to say; it didn't seem much different. Is it the layouts? Nope, not that either. Then I got to thinking...do I want my blog to be one of the frequently visited? Well of course it would be nice to know that someone wants to read the randomness that I come up with. I figure what I say is pretty important (of course), so why not try to build up a fan base. Then I entertained myself by fantasizing about having fans...ya know, people who just couldn't wait to see what I'd write next. This dream was popped by a coworker handing me a stack of files. *sigh* back to the real world. Gotta love responsibility. And then it hit me...with the way my personality is, I would feel driven to keep providing entertainment for these imaginary fans. Even if they were satisfied with whatever drivel (check me out, I gotta degree and big words to go with it) I happened to write, I no longer would be. Ew. Who wants that kinda pressure? I get enough pressure at work and at home. I don't need to seek any out. So I guess I'll have to content myself with knowing that at least one person reads this, and even thinks it's pretty cute. And really, that's good enough for me.
Oops! Almost forgot...outfit for the day: brown pants (the khaki kind), coral tank top, brown speckle-y sweater coat, brown flats, sister's brown and cream earrings.
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