7/14/03
Dear Lord I am pathetic.
I've been checking Jon's blog every fifteen minutes or so to see if he's written anything else about me.
You see, back on 7/11 he made the mistake of writing:
Okay, Greg made me laugh. Twice. Greg's a funny guy. He should be famous like Dave Barry... unless that second post was real and not a dream like I think it was. If it wasn't a dream, then he should probably be the main character in a reality t.v. show. Or in jail.
Here's my ego-starved, quasi-psychotic interpretation of what he wrote:
Jon is right.
Except for the Dave Barry part. Everytime Debbie reads the paper and starts giggling I know she's reading Dave Barry. It makes me jealous. Not that I think I could write like Dave Barry. Hey folks, I do have my feet on terra firma. This is one of a bazillion blogs (if that's what you want to call it). Only six people read it and three of them are in a group home and none of them can figure out how to fix the fact that this site was accidentally set as the default page on their browser. I just don't like the idea of another guy making my wife giggle while she sits around in her jammies reading the paper. That seems like it should be my job.
Anyway it would appear that I'm seeking validation for my entire Internet existence through Jon's Web site. I'm not saying that's a bad place to seek validation. I'm just disturbed by my behavior.
I think I want to print out Jon's blog and tape it to the bathroom mirror. Underneath the paragraph I'll write (with one of Allie's red crayons), "SEE DEBBIE. SEE! SOMEONE THINKS I'M FUNNY. I GUESS THAT JOKE ABOUT THE NEIGHBOR'S UNDESCENDED TESTICLE WASN'T SO BAD AFTER ALL! I BET JON WOULD HAVE LAUGHED! I BET JON WOULD HAVE BOUGHT ME ICE CREAM!"
Okay, I'm seeking validation through Jon's blog and through free ice cream. But that's beside the point.
The point is, I'm going to continue to point my browser to Jon's blog every fifteen minutes. Not just because I'm hoping he'll talk about me. But because he's a funny guy with interesting things to say. Did I mention he already is famous? Plus he's the kind of guy you'd like to have standing behind you if someone hassles you in a bar.
Quid pro quo.