
[Was she jealous she never wore red then danced to "Lady in Red" at a school dance? Did she want my haircut? Or my intensely pointed bra?]

Except I look at blogs that I hate, don't you?
Our Facebook discussion has had me thinking. We've all become voyeurs yet we don't want anyone to know we care or look. We check in on people we love, we check in on people we hate, we check in on people we wish liked us. We check in on people who we wish we could be more like. But we call it blog stalking because we don't want people to know we look. I would love, LOOOOOOOVE to know every single person who looks at my blog, wouldn't you? Even better, I'd love to know why. I have 11 "official" followers (see right sidebar) but there are more. I want to know who you are. Let's be blost friends. That means blog+best friends; I made it up.

[Did she hate that I rocked these overall denim shorts over spring break in Vegas?]
My dare/request/suggestion/order:
If you follow this blog, become an official follower. Or do you not want me to know you look? Or are you afraid I'll think you're weird? Or do you hate my blog/me but you look anyways so of course you won't become a follower? The truth is I'd love to read yours, too. Or admit I already do. I'm not scared. I think we should be blost friends. I've made some blost friends whom I've never met. And I've become close blost friends with semi-feudal friends from high school. And I sort of like it.
Is this post too long?
Click on your right if you read this blog. And I'll be honest if I'm following yours. As Oprah always says (I love quoting Oprah), "The truth will set you free."
She's annoying, too though, don't you think?
I'm interested to see what happens.