e-Life

[monk222]

My new blogging pal posted a new entry, and it was indeed of the old sort, a descriptive narrative of her day, rather lengthy too. It is the sort of thing I would have loved back in 2003 and 2004, when I was desperately hungry for contact with other people's lives. Today, I have to sigh when coming upon such a thing, for I would prefer to spend my reading time elsewhere, nor do I really want to unduly strain my weak and crippled eyes to read something that does not genuinely interest me. Of course, it would be another matter if this were one of those crushy affairs, that is, if she were a hottie that liked to post pics that sizzle with sex appeal and was not disinclined to a little flirtatious play, but that is not the way it is. Regardless, she is the only one on my Friends List that does this, and, if only for old time's sake, I am willing to put in the time and to comment. Yet, I am kind of hoping she does not answer, perhaps feeling cold toward me herself, so that I can then feel free of any social obligation to continue reading her closely. These are not effulgent days.