My Own Biggest Fan

So I figured that I could count the number of people that read this thing could be counted on my fingers, with change to spare. From what I could gather Eric, Alison, Susie, Kevin, Anja, Wil, Dawn, Joe and Rick were my only readers. Quite a feat though to have any amount of people read a webpage that only gets updated sporadically and when it does get updated, it is either adolecent musings or stuff stolen from other (better) blogs.

I have been blessed with not just one, but two fans that seem to have gotten here, not because they have some guilty need to check up on me, like those people mentioned above may feel, but because� because� Well I don’t know why. The first is Nikki, a regular in the Flashcube comments areas, who wrote a wonderful email flattering me to no end, just to get a gmail invite that I would have been happy to part with if she had only said “Hey fucko, gimmie one of them-there gmail invites.”

You know, mason,
It would make me feel so included… SO included… in this great big world
of ours, if only I could have a Gmail account for my very own. One to call
my own! The anticipation laps at me in such delicious waves I almost cannot
bear to think of it. In fact, you would no longer be your own biggest fan
if you could procure such a thrill for me. Why, do you ask?

Becuase I would be.

Yes, I said it. In fact, I would be SUCH a fan I would no longer pine to be
in Eric Skilling’s kissy fan club-because I would have you.

You know it’s true. Everything I do. I do it foorrrrrr…Gmail

Love ya babe!
Nikki

As if that were not enough, today I receive another email, while not so wordy and erm, adoring, was quite nice as well. Especially coming from someone who probably leads a much, much more compelling existence than I do. Read her blog here: A New York Escort’s Confessions and be educated.

UPDATED:Mike is pouting because he is not in the frequent reader club. Had he realized that he had let his membership lapse because he hadn’t bought the extended warranty at time of purchase, he would know he had nothing to complain about.