But you said you blogged me!!

I work with people who rarely use the internet for things other than eBay, email and Idunnowhat.
If I discuss my blog, blogs I read, plurk, myspace, etc... I get the melodious sound of crickets.
I found this photo while searching for funny t-shirts. This hit me to the core, folks. I think I almost shed a tear.
The bottom line is that I care. So, neener neener booger eater!

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  1. RuprechtAugust 14, 2008 at 12:54 AM

    Now, now, MissRiss .....

    Rupe'll be there .....

    ........................................... Ruprecht

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  2. AnonymousAugust 16, 2008 at 8:11 AM

    i'll listen to you about blogs and plurks and twitter...
    but you have to listen to me, too!!!
    see you on plurk!! i don't do twitter...too much time on plurk!
    and...congrats for getting a part in the fair...that's awesome!! i dance to, btw...jazz, ballet and hip hop!!
    and...don't worry...for all the people that don't care about your blog...there's lots of us that do!!! ;)

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