Stalker
Hello, my name is Morgan and I am a blog stalker.
I can’t help it. Honestly. It is almost like an addiction, but worse. Because I stalk blogs. I feel like a peeping tom whose window and bushes is a computer screen and bloglines. I read my Calgary/Canada reads first. Everyday. I am filled with an overwhelming sense of disappointment when the links aren’t shown in bold. It can leave me pissed off even. A fix that I haven’t been able to achieve.
Okay. So you people haven’t updated your blog. What am I to do? Well then I start at the bottom of my Bloglines list and start reading upwards. I do have over 500 blogs that I try to read on a weekly basis. Of course, this doesn’t include links to blogs from some of those blogs or those who don’t have feeds.
Do you people not understand that I am trying to get a view into your world? That I need to get my perverse need fixed by seeing what you are doing. To live vicariously through all of your knitting/spinning and crocheting projects. I don’t have time to do it all … no matter what some of you think. I mean come on … yes I know I have a stash to rival all stashes … but that doesn’t mean I’m actually going to KNIT it all up … give me a break. Some of its just to pretty to be used.
Now, I’ve conversed with you all long enough. I need to go read some more blogs and work on babette.
