All right. I admit it. I’m no-one’s puppy, but I’ve been blog frapping. Perhaps even blog overfrapping.
It’s coming across as desperate.
Even my friends are mentioning it.
One just called.
She said: “Erin, I want you to stop. You’re becoming like Carrie Bradshaw chasing Big. It’s too much, and it’s really very sad.”
A Big blog who never leaves any comments… who never emails… who’s more like a weak stream than a river of traffic.
I need some distance, to re-evaluate our relationship.
How did it ever get to this?
And why do I keep posting?
Why do I keep whining about how Blog the Piddler doesn’t appreciate me?
I can’t take this right now. I’m having a meltdown.
Time to blow this pop stand for a bit.
I think I’ll turn down the lights in the living room, light a candle, uncork a bottle of wine, and listen to Joni Mitchell sing “don’t it always seem to go/That you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone” all evening.
See you when I see you, Blog.
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