22nd
Dear Tumblr,
I don’t care about you.
Love, Annie
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When I left, Paul said: “Go write in your blog.” So… here it goes?
What is the point of having a blog anyway? I think blogging (especially video blogging) is completely masturbatory. That’s right, I said it. I’m standing in the middle of a virtual room full of bloggers and I am not afraid to say that you are all very silly people.
…Nah, you’re probably cool. I guess I’m just still annoyed that I have even more internet junk to sift through ever day now. Thanks, Paul. Thanks.
My first post. Paul made me get this.
Our expressions in this photo are perfect because they show exactly how both of us feel about me getting a tumblr…
Paul’s expression says: “Oops! Look what I just did! I made you a tumblr even though you explicitly told me you didn’t want one! I am so mischievous!”
My expression does not convey words, but rather a very elongated expulsion of breath. Think, Napoleon Dynamite.
Anyway, hi Tumblr. I guess we are friends now.