Ok I'm putting my pride on the line here, but I think it's time to admit... I haven't the slightest idea about how to work this thing.
I see a box to my right that says "followers", which, I'm not gonna lie, makes me feel like Kelly Kapowski for a minute. Until I realize that I only have one follower. And she is my sister. And I asked her to do it.
While we're at it, I'm not sure what I think about the use of the term "followers". Although, I suppose it's good we're getting past all that Facebook sugar-coating of being a person's "friend". Calling it like it is, I guess.
So come, follow me, and help me vindicate the awkward freckled-face Jr. High girl with the tapered jeans and the hair that was not-so-subtly calling out for a straightener that just wanted a Zack Morris to call her own. My mom will pay you.