This Is The Last Time I'll Mention The Facebook Fan Club

You have my word.

I have to stop. It's too damn depressing.

I'm no Mathlete, but even I know that 10 fans out of 458 "friends" isn't a very good batting average.

Thanks to the ten of you who have signed up. Even though you don't ever post anything on the page, it means a lot to me to know that you took the 1.3 seconds it takes to click Become a Fan.

D'you know what really sucks about it? Some of the people who aren't on board as of yet. You know, like my mother. Or my brother. Or any member of my family for that matter. Not even one member of my extended family has joined.

My old university roommate Amy, she's a fan of Kevin Smith, but not me.

My mate Tony from work - Danny Williams supporter. Spencer Kyte supporter, not so much. Though his wife is...

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Yes. I really am this much of an insecure little girl.

Even though I know over 1000 people have stopped by this blog in a little over three months, I still have this weird need to know that people actually like what I do.

Intrinsic satisfaction be damned... I want my Sally Field moment where I can shout "You like me! You really like me!" and know that more than ten people are saying yes.

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