I don't know why I look at stats. The number of views-by-bots just demotivates me.
Aim for the next occasion when I make promises to myself:
increase volume of traffic to blog to sufficient levels to rid me of the auto views by flaming bots.
Interesting imagery conjured up by the last two words of the last sentence. Sorry about that.
I have made a decision, I can't tell anyone what it is yet. Which is KILLING ME.
Most other thoughts are somewhat depressing today, I'm not sure why. I blame David Cameron, because I can.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Welcome to the contents of my head. It's a funny old head, you have been warned. You're not here anyway, you're a figment of delusion. Hmm.
People with impeccably good taste:
The undeleted
-
▼
2012
(83)
-
▼
February
(16)
- word cloud
- Purple blues
- Blind in the face of celebrity
- Mind changing
- How to eat fish
- Fine dining
- How to lose friends and intimidate people
- Whinge
- The wonder of our government
- Boys will be boys
- As February goes by...
- Mums online
- Happy birthday Mr Dickens
- Perfect skin
- Ageing disgracefully
- February is here
-
▼
February
(16)
1 comment:
I know, I always look at stats, if you want to get them up just do a post on 80's makeup/ hair. I'm not kidding, the one I did AGES ago still gets a million hits every day - it's crazy! Just do it for an experiment... oh, and don't tease about decisions! I need to know, I MUST KNOW! haha!
Post a Comment