I never check my stats. Well, that is slightly not true. I will click the little link to them on the WP navigation bar thingy, but I don’t really understand it all too well so I usually get bored 30 seconds in and say fuck it. Out loud, yes.
I wish I could be like those people who can make a post and all mucky-muck like say, Yeah so I gained like 587 followers since my Freshly Pressed début yesterday. To all you newcomers, here’s what my bitchin’, fabulous blog is all about. What what. To those who knew me before I was famous, you know what’s up.
I’m not though. Why? Because I don’t look at how many followers I have. I get a notification and I’m like, ooo nice. I check their blog out and decide if I want to follow them also. Though sometimes I have become distracted, claimed to go back to check it later and forget all about it.
I have negative zero interest in math. You may be scratching your head now wondering how math is involved in already formulated stats for you to simply view. I just thought of a great band name. I won’t be able to do the math that’s involved with running a band or put any money toward it, but if you want to start a band with me, hit me up. I know how to make noise come out of harmonica. I don’t like harmonicas, no.
Stats and math are numbers. Fucking shocking, I know. But if you know me, I am an honest engine. I know that is terrible to say, but I like saying it and it makes me think of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. It’s cute, dammit. Plus I am 1/32nd Cherokee. Honest engine.
So numbers, excluding negative zero and the number 5 and numerology, suck. I only like math when I am winning. When I have algebra or informal geometry (formal was just too much for my little brain) problems that I know how to do and I get all the answers right without having to look in the back of the book.
My favorite equation: