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Friday, April 08, 2005
Holy Blog Traffic, Batman!
According to site meter, my blog got 436 hits this week. That seems like a lot, right? Well, it probably isn't a lot for the sexy, cool, funny or smart bloggers, but for an elephantine dork like myself, that's a HUGE number.
Maybe site meter is broken or something? (Does anyone know if Diebold has anything to do with this?) But just in case it is an actual number, I should probably post something riveting. I don't want to lose all those new people!!! *crickets* Wait! Don't go! Please like me! Deep breaths, Matt. Deep, cleansing breaths... April is National Poetry Month. So I'm thinking I'll post some of my favorite poems over the next few weeks. This one is by Marge Piercy. The Friend We sat across the table. he said, cut off your hands. they are always poking at things. they might touch me. I said yes. Food grew cold on the table. he said, burn your body. it is not clean and smells like sex. it rubs my mind sore. I said yes. I love you, I said. That's very nice, he said I like to be loved, that makes me happy. Have you cut off your hands yet? |
