so this thing happened last night where a tumblr user liked six things on my blog, but a) they don’t follow me and b) they weren’t actually on my blog. and their blog is all those dumb meme things that i generally do not care about. how is this possible? is this some sort of weird spam thing? somebody please explain the internet to me, because i am apparently getting too old to understand how these things work.
i had the thought that maybe they started following me, but then unfollowed me, but they liked all the posts in a weird order, and there was never a visit on this blog last night from an ip address i don’t know. so, i don’t understand this. plus, tumblr emails me when people start following me, so even if they unfollowed me a minute later, i should’ve received an email, and as far as i know, there’s no way to see just one user’s posts on your dashboard.
actually this happened to me with another user the other day. so if someone could please explain the entire internet to me, that would be great.
We finally went to bed. And Louis was still laying up in the bed watching the tree, his eyes just like a baby’s eyes would watch something… So finally I said, “Well, I’ll turn the lights out now on the tree.” He said, “No, don’t turn them out. I have to just keep looking at it. You know, that’s the first tree I ever had.”
Well, I hadn’t realized that you know. Louis was 40 years old and it seems to me that in 40 years a person would have at least one tree. I was all swollen up inside when he told me that. We were to leave the next day for Kansas City. I figured Christmas is over; today’s the 26th now I’ll leave the tree. Louis said, “No, don’t leave the tree; take the tree with you.” And he had me take the tree on those one-nighters. Before I even unpacked a bag I had to set that tree up, his Christmas tree….
I kept that first little tree until way after New Year’s, putting it up every night and taking it down every morning, in a dozen hotels. And then when I did take it down for the last time, Louis wanted me to mail it home. It was a real tree, not an artificial one, and I had to convince him– I really had to convince him– that the tree would dry up.