Who's a Justin Beiber fan? *crickets* Anyone? *more crickets* Anyone at all? Bueller? Bueller?
Okay, so the other day I was at my mom's house and my little brother showed me a video on YouTube. I know I sound rambly right now, but bear with me. PLEASE, I have a point, I swear. If you've been following me for a while, you know I have a point, and if not, well, sometimes it takes a while for me to make it.
Over the weekend (and probably prior to my rant yesterday) I hit a milestone that means a whole heckuva lot to me: 100 followers.
It is my first 100 and you first 100 will forever be in my bloggy-heart. I WILL be doing something to commemorate this, however, I think that may take a trip to some sort of bookish place that smells of freshly printed paper and coffee beans to inspire me as to what. I don't know about you, but I sorta am feeling a GIVEAWAY to come! Soon, my pretties, very very soon. ;)
But back to this idea of followers. (I <3 you!) Don't you sorta think it comes across a little ... I don't know ... stalkerish? Don't get me wrong. I love the followers I have and I love being a follower, learning through lurking, sometimes jumping into convos I never would've been a part of if I wasn't a stalk-uh, I mean, a follower, but ... yeah. I guess that's all.
Hmmm, maybe I didn't have a point.
Anyway, I don't have any other really profound thing to say about this, but mostly, this rambling came courtesy of this YouTube video that seriously made me ROFLMAO.