Do you do the b-word?
'Do you blog?', emailed my girlfriend out of the blue. Taken aback and thrown out of my coordinates for a single second, I wondered if she knew. How could she have known? That stupid whoever-told-her needs to be pulverized! Freakin hell! My identity is being compromised and I have nowhere to hide. What will I do? What will I do? Frantically, I ran through my blog for blasphemous contents about her (like big-mouth, self-absorbed, bimbo-like, etc etc.) and deleted them in a zest. Randomly pasted some nice comments (like...umm.. some nice ones did come up at that time) all over my blog.
A trap was being laid. Proceed with caution, I told myself.
‘Do you?’ I asked gingerly, trying to be mysterious and vague.
‘Yes, I do and guess what?! I have been at it for a while.’ She responded in obvious delight of a little boy who was displaying his first work of art.
So that’s the whole deal! Shameless plug, I thought.
‘You little rascal’, I breathed, ‘How dare you not tell me? How long has it been?’
‘2 weeks now! Here is my blog. You should blog too.’
Ahem. Oh well.
What can I say, we bonded on a different level. A friend turned blogger- that's a new one.
Blog on, girl! Never believe anything I say here (not that you have ever, anyway). Yeah ok, my blog is kinda lame (no true comments will be appreciated here). By the way, I be your blog senior...if seniority means anything to you. Gratisgab (trust you to come up with obscure names like this), good to know you are putting your brilliant writing to good use (like me, of course).
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