So. I follow a lot of people on Twitter. I follow them because they are entertaining and clever and witty and interesting and this is good, right? Wrong. This is bad. All of these entertaining and clever and witty and interesting people have things to say, so they blog. Blogging is good, I’m two days in and I have to admit I quite like it, but if I sat down and read all the blogs I wanted to read I’d never leave the house and I have children and a job and proper, grown up responsibilities, so my heart sinks a little bit whenever I get an email, or see a tweet telling me that someone has blogged.
Which one do I read first? Which one do I skim read? Which one do I pretend to read? Which one do I like without even looking at the title? (Never, ever done that, honest. Well, maybe once.Twice. Three times at the most). It’s like you’re making me choose which one of my children I love the most. It’s like the Sophie’s Choice of the blog world. I just hope that you never all get together and compare notes on which ones I commented on.
I’d just like to say though that you, the person who is reading this right now, are my very favouritest blogger and I like you the most.