So about six months ago -- or maybe more, I don't remember -- I signed up for Facebook on a lark. In those six months prior to today, I had a dozen people wanting to be my friend. Of those 12, one (hi, Opie!) was looking for me and 11 were looking for an I'm-sure-much-inferior Matthew Prins somewhere in Canada. Depressed, I didn't even accept Opie's friendship (sorry, Opie!). But today Kaly Karleen offered her Facebook friendship to me, and I found Ed's and Alex's Facebook pages through hers, and now I have four legitimate friends. Yay me, I suppose.
Anyway, I say this primarily because if you are a reader of this blog and have a Facebook account and want to be my friend, I would probably accept your friendship. Probably.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
