Friday, March 30, 2007

When I was a kid I called her Cindy.

I've realized that a blog is really just an imaginary friend for grown ups. You tell it things, it says absolutely nothing in return. It's what we've all been missing since we were four.

2 comments:

millsy said...

And the other great thing is that it satisfies the exbibitionist in most of us, and showing off never gets old...

michelle said...

Similar idea-for an imaginary boyfriend, put a photo on match.com and get emails every day with men telling you how beautiful you are. Smile, then hit delete! Everything you need, nothing you don't.