I’ve been here a whole few hours and I’m not famous yet? What kind of cruel game is the internet playing with me?
Fiance-man agrees, I need to become a rich and powerful internet force. So, I’m going to do that. It’s that easy, right?
Now fall in love with me and my blog and give me some money because you love me.
That was rude. I could never be so demanding of you. You’re wonderful for reading this. Please continue to do so. I won’t demand anymore. Maybe I’ll make you a peanut butter sandwich. I know how you like those.