How fucking sad/pathetic/ego-maniacal/self indulgent--take your pick.
In that time I also gave up on twittering (tweeting) and watched my 100+ followers (I know!) dribble down to close to 50. Seriously people, why are you following someone who hasn't tweeted anything for over a year? Are you thinking they're just going to magically appear out of nowhere and begin tweeting again? Oh. Ok. Nevermind.
So I've slowly managed to pick up my twitter account so that I only lose about 1 follow a week (progress!). It took me about 6 months to figure out how to retweet, something my boyfriend still seems to have trouble with. (from him in text while I am on the bus: "HOW DO I FUCKING RT SOMEONE I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT WON'T LET ME FUCKING TWITTER COCKSUCKERS.") The point being, as much as I would like to think when I stop doing something, the world stops along with it, it doesn't. None of my old friends blog anymore. Everyone is on tumblr (jesus christ people, more technology for me to feel inadequate by?), and I can't seem to get any more twitter followers than 75 despite multiple attempts for me to insult Kenny Santucci of Real World/Road Rules Challenge fame.
It's my own fault. I should never have abandoned my blog. Now this thing is like a Chevy Beretta. Once a prime piece of machinery, now a rotting piece of metal on cinder blocks somewhere in West Virginia.
Would be better with some Lambo doors
If I start this up again, am I going to find out the one or two people leaving comments are the 85 year old ladies who live next to me? Cause that might be awesome.