ARG!

What do online social networking, sending Christmas cards, and shaving (well, body hair removal in general, for that mattter) all have in common? You guessed it, once you start, there's no going back, you've crossed the point of no return. And I've now crossed the point of no return. I've been sucked into the abyss of the online world and I'm not seein' any exit signs. Example: check my blog at 9:30, just before settling into bed, before I know it, it's summer and I'm reading Courtney's mother's cousin's sister's blog, whom I've never met, (and by her online interests, don't think I want to) (j.k. courtney, your aunt and her various pet/farm/exotic animal caretakers seem very nice).

But in the whole cyber social networking world, I am in the remedial class, the slow lane if you will, as I only have 5 "followers" and I'm not yet a "follower" (but only because I haven't figured out how to become one, oh, but I will) *aside, my 6th grade counselor is cringing at this last clause, isn't middle school all about not becoming a follower? anywho, it's just Trav has like 12,000 followers (is that what they're called on facelift?) but he says facelift is in "real time" but isn't all time "real"? Ok, maybe not star trek time, because they can travel through time, oh and Scott Bakula can too, but other than that I think that might be all. Nevertheless, I'm rambling, I just meant to say, boy am nosy, I love reading about yall's days and seeing your photos, keep 'em comin, cause I know I will.
As the sun sets slowly in the west, I bid you fine farewell my friends,
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