The numbers
Wow, nearly 100 pageloads today. Two more and this will be the most successful day in the site's brief history. (Hurry, everyone!) Threads about making out sure are a boon to readership.
Statcounter is both fascinating and kind of frightening. Most of the people that show up here are friends of mine, but then there are those anamolies that I can't possibly explain. Like who do I know at Loyola Marymount University? That's a level of detective work I'm not really willing to pursue.
My room is a goddamn mess. I should whip it into shape before Leslie's birthday on Saturday. Not that any of her friends are coming into my room, but we've been cleaning the whole apartment over the last few days and my room should be no exception. You know, for symmetry.
I think at this point I'm just writing to write. Time for bed.
Statcounter is both fascinating and kind of frightening. Most of the people that show up here are friends of mine, but then there are those anamolies that I can't possibly explain. Like who do I know at Loyola Marymount University? That's a level of detective work I'm not really willing to pursue.
My room is a goddamn mess. I should whip it into shape before Leslie's birthday on Saturday. Not that any of her friends are coming into my room, but we've been cleaning the whole apartment over the last few days and my room should be no exception. You know, for symmetry.
I think at this point I'm just writing to write. Time for bed.
posted by Jeff at 11:50 PM
6 Comments:
I think it's people who click on that link at the top of all blogger pages. they jump to some random page. Most of my hits are those, although I'm getting more regular lately. The ones that scare me are the pornographic searches that end up at my blog. Creepy.
No, this was someone with no external link. They were coming here all deliberate-like.
friendster maybe?
I can't look at statcounter anymore. I didn't get enough work done when I did. I was looking at it every half hour for awhile.
I might be coming into your room, did you ever think about that?! Get that shit clean.
-Lauren
"That had not occurred to us, Dude."
Leslie put you up to that, didn't she? DIDN'T SHE?
Aw, it needed cleaning, anyway.
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