Welcome, stalker!

I've forgotten about this tracking thing I have in the blog. I just remembered I had it literally an hour ago and after minutes of browsing through my "visitors", I realized that there's someone stalking me here. I know the details of this stalker and if I'm not mistaken, I actually know who s/he is.

So to you, dear stalker, welcome. I've told you about this blog years ago. I bet you're thankful I didn't delete it when you told me to. Haha! Enjoy my thoughts which are mostly about another guy - who I am not dating, BTdubs - so... there.

Oh, here's something to drive you crazy, stalker dearest: I have another blog where I post things I would never tell anyone else ever. Hint: You won't find it on my Facebook page. Lalalalalala. Goodluck finding it!

Someone's stalking me... :p

What a great way to start the day... Someone is really trying to figure out what the hell's running through my mind. This is my Stats page for my Unsent Letters blog:

If you can't see it, you can click on it for it to enlarge.

This is too funny...and flattering at the same time. Haven't had a stalker since 2008. Wooh! Still got swag, me thinks!

Yes, I know, I know.

I have a goal this year to actually make money out of my blogs online. That means I need more traffic in my blogs and that means I need more quality blog posts that people are going to relate to or be interested in... That's why the mommy blog is up again. Haha! :)) This place is for utter nonsense stuff that enter my mind on a normal basis... The Unsent Letters blog might also be used as a means of money-making but I should really get rid of the vulgar words there first before I set it up for "business".

So, anyway, if you've got time to spare, why don't you visit my mommy blog?

http://allaboutjellybean.blogspot.com/

If it's any consolation, my ultrasounds are there. :) I will be updating it soon with much more interesting stories, I swear! Might even hold a contest of some sort...

This was funny until I realized what Google thinks of me.

I was checking the stats of my blog when I saw this:

Apparently, Google thinks I'm an immature 21-year-old. Well, guess what, Google. I'm 22 now, turning 23 this year. I ain't an immature 21-year-old anymore. Suck on that!