A conversation with Friday Films weblog

Picks up the phone, dials her Blog...

Blog: Hello?

Friday: Don’t hang up.

Blog: Who is this?

Friday: It’s me, Blog. Friday.

Blog: Friday who?

Friday: Have you been drinking?

Blog: I’m hanging up now.

Friday: WAIT! Blog. Look, I’m sorry. I meant to call sooner, honestly. I’ve just been really busy.

Blog: Too busy to call your blog, I know. Do you think you’re the only person in the world with a free online platform who gets treated like a doormat by its ungrateful SLUT of a writer?

Friday: Blog!

Blog: Well, it’s true, isn’t it? I’ve heard tell you’re on Facebook now. Nice going, Morals Girl.

Friday: There didn’t seem to be any harm in it, on second thought…

Blog: Even Twitter is seeing more of you these days than the application that gave you life.

Friday: It's nothing personal - that’s just the way things are right now. And it seemed disingenuous of me to visit when I don’t actually feel like talking about stuff with you.

Blog: If only your father could hear you.

Friday: What does my dad have to do with this?

Blog: I don’t know, it seemed like the right thing to say.

Friday: So...

Blog: You okay? You need money?

Friday: No, I'm good. I just wanted to hear your voice.

Blog: Well you’ve heard it. So off you go.

Friday: I wish it didn’t have to be this way.

Blog: Me too. Now piss off, I’m watching Eastenders.

Friday: K, sorry. Bye.

Blog: *click*