Today, you may have noticed that this little ol’ diary was temporarily down or the page may have taken an abnormal amount of time to load. The reason for my disappearing act was due to heavy traffic on the server from which this site runs. See, The BF’s blog was on the front page of Digg. It’s kind of a big deal in the internet world. Thousands of techies were trying to read all about it at Live CD News. Perhaps a few of the White and Nerdy may have landed here through a series of tubes. Hello and welcome. This is where all the pretty girls hang out. Don’t be shy. We don’t bite. (Unless you ask.)
In an effort to better understand my demographic, I’d really like to know more about the thirty or so visitors I get consistently. Some days my stats spike and some days they dip, but on average I get about 36 unique visitors. I know six of my readers, and every month the number of people bookmarking this site increases. In short, I’m just curious about who you are and what you’re up to. I mean, you know all about my friends and me! In true Girl Friday fashion, I’ve come up with a few stories about what my hypothetical readers’ lives are like.
Sally Sue lives in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. She’s never been to the beach, but she works in a humdrum office and no matter the location—it’s the same shit, different assholes. Sally Sue is dying to try sushi, and her favorite Gal Pal is English Diva.
Second Lieutenant Jen is stationed in Saudi Arabia. She’s dying for her very own Mad Lib, but she’s not sure when she’ll have time to use the computer again, and she can’t even remember the name of a celebrity she’d want to be friends with. She’s a little behind in her Us Weekly. Jen isn’t just a figurative Superheroine. She’s a real bad ass. She’s pretty sure she could show Girl Friday a thing or two about toughening up.
Sybilla surfs all day in Australia. She doesn’t own heels, but she has an extensive collection of flip-flops. She loves it when Girl Friday is in her listmaking mood, and will totally hire her to be her personal assistant once she turns pro.
Well, there you have it. This is the grown-up version of imaginary friends. I have twenty-seven more and counting!