Wednesday, April 28, 2004
I just got off the phone with my sister, Cara. We discussed her new arrival on Friendster, and I suggested that she write more about herself on her profile. She replied that she hated writing and she didn't know what to say. So I offered to write her profile for her and I began to pick her brain about her favorite movies and such. Now, it occurs to me what a weird thing I agreed to do. Fortunately, Friendster isn't working right now and I couldn't do it even if I wanted to. This seems so Cyrano De Bergerac to me. I already uploaded pictures for her (okay... that's legit... she doesn't have a scanner). I think I need to tell her that she should do it herself, doggonnit.