2 months ago I put up a blogger page, 10 of you liked me, until one of you decided you didn’t.
I have 300 and some followers on Twitter which is pathetic for Twitter and for the fact I have been there over a year.
I recently competed for the second time in a writing contest, the first entry I sent being so memorable, that two of the people who had commented on my post the last time I entered “welcomed” me to the site.(It seems I make a great first impression) I just smiled sardonically(which is okay, because you can’t see that in a reply post) and said, “Thanks.”
By the way I lost, again.
I am ridiculously proud of my 41 blog followers. It maybe small beginnings, but I’m always hopeful despite the odds.
If I still have 41 followers in two years, despite loving them to distraction, I may be forced to start taking medication again. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.
I take things too seriously at times and I often feel like the unpopular kid at the blogging party, but still I get up, brush myself off, and say, “Hell, I’m game!” It doesn’t really matter that much if I fall flat on my face, again. Sorta like Charlie Brown and that football.
So, I lost, no big deal, so no one remembered me from the last time, and, so I only have 9 likes on FB Blogger Page (okay, those last two things hurt a little), I’ m going keep trying for that football and I bet in time I’ll kick it good!
I really don’t know what to ask you today…ah, how is it going? Watch anything good on TV?