You’ll be my 30th follower, pleaseee? I’ve been struggling to pass 28 for weeks now. Today, a light shone through with an unexpected 29. If tomorrow brought 30, all would be good again. Well outside of zucotti park, the republican party, j. Edgar, well you know what I mean.

Crossing fingers that “30” will be glaring brightly tomorrow upon awakening.

Note: this is not begging or desperation. This is brilliant manipulation. After all, who can really resist the temptation of an Eskimo kiss? Don’t fight it 30, just give in.