Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Private Eyes (clap clap) are watching you (clap clap) they see your every move...
Apparently I have *18* readers...I am in awe. Thank you, thank you all 18 of you...I probably only know 5 of you in reality, but I love you all anyway. Yes, I installed a hidden site counter so I can see how many hits I get, and apparently 18 of you visit me on a daily basis. Not that this is anything more than a online version of getting valentines in 4th grade, but dammit, I have the most valentines!
Tangent: Aaron Gutleben stabbed me in the knee with a pencil in 4th grade when I asked him why I didn't get a valentine. He said "Because I like you" and stabbed. I report this because it seems much like how I deal with men as an adult. I question their loyalty and they lash out and I get hurt. I don't think they change much, they just move on to more elaborate weapons than pencils. Verbal weapons, or emotional ones. But I still have that grey/green pencil scar on my knee that will forever remind me of Aaron. And other than that remark, I didn't know he liked me, and he never spoke to me again, and I changed schools.
Somewhere out there is a 30 something year old man who probably can't deal well with women. Hopefully there's no 'pencil killer' that I've suddenly unmasked, but I'm sure Aaron would understand my commentary. Maybe I have pencil envy or maybe I wish I had stabbed first? Personally, I'm more of a mechanical pencil person. Those go deep. Sharpies aren't forever. Trust me.
So, to all 18 of you...thank you, don't stab me, and I love you even if all I know of you is a strange online avatar that looks nothing like you. Even if you turn out to be Aaron Gutleben.