Remember when being followed was considered creepy?
Like if one person was following you, you’d be like, oh sh*t I’m scared. Person probably wants to steal my purse, or you know, murder me.
You’d keep looking over your shoulder to make sure you’re dodging your follower.
But now, between Twitter (follow me) Pinterest (are you following me) instagram (designstiles), if only one person follows you you feel pretty effing lame. Even if 100 people follow you it makes you follower hungry and you try meeting a follower quota.
Nowadays being followed makes you feel popular. And we all know that’s at the top of the list to being happy. I’m kidding. That’s money.
And if ever there was a time to be a stalker, it’s now.
You can stalk my life through the lens of instagram, which is way better than Twitter because now you have visuals.
Take a look.
Hold on to your seats, it’s exciting.
I’ll share with you my encounter with not one, but five disco balls. And I wasn’t even in da club.
A sleeping dog, my sleeping dog. This was the coolest thing I saw all day.
Gold forks in a napkin. I mean, you don’t see stuff like this every day.
That’s a wrap.
Totally sucks because I woke up thinking it was Friday.