I am climbing the charts! Slowly but surely I am edging up my visitor numbers! Not through anything of my doing, obviously, because I am terrifically lazy and would very much like to become an internet celebrity through someone else's hard work, but it is happening none the less. I expect this is what Girls Aloud felt like when they were going for Christmas number one. And then they were pipped by that crummy Band Aid single! What a con.
Nobody comments though. Don't you know that comments are my lifeline? I understand if my colossal intelligence is intimidating and you really can't think of anything to say that might equal my hilarious anecdotes but please, do comment. Even if it's just a simple 'Lucy- you rock' or 'Lucy- you are the most fabulously lovely creature I have ever seen, can I take you out for a drink? Or, since I am not worthy of your fabulousness, let me post you the money in an envelope and you can buy yourself the drink.' All good things, people.
My sister has developed a slight complex regarding my blog. Having read it once or twice, she has concluded that everything she says is fair-game to be uploaded and shared with the world. Last weekend, while recounting a humiliating romantic disaster she had suffered during the week, she paused eyed me suspiciously and said, 'You're not going to put this in your blog, are you?'
Not likely, I exclaimed. Why would I post about other people when it is obvious that there are sixty-four people out there that like to read about me, and only me? I ask you! The vanity of this girl!
So why no comments, people? Where is the love, as the Black Eyed Peas might say. And Valentines is coming up and all!