I arrived home from a not-very-hard day at work to find that Blogger wants to interface with me. Ain't that a fine how-do-you-do? I barely had time to read my Big Brother updates before Blogger was trying to wedge himself between us. He can't stand it when I spend time with my other friends. Blogger is SO controlling.
I'm not so sure about jumping right into the interface sack with Blogger. What if things don't work out? Can I return to my single life again like nothing happened? Or will there be baggage to deal with? I'm not one to interface on the first request. Will Blogger stay with me if I interface for free? Come to think of it, I willingly joined in cahoots with Blogger for free. But there have been times when he locked me out. When he took my stuff. When he wouldn't let me see my friends.
What about disease? How do I know that interfacing with Blogger won't result in me bringing home a bouncing baby virus? Just like New Coke, at one time I tried New Blogger. And just like New Coke, I was not all that into him. I had trouble functioning right after our dalliance. So now I'm leery.
I have a sneaking suspicion that Blogger is trying to interface with every Dawn, Trish, and Mary on the internet. So I am withholding my interface affection for now. The nerve of that cad!