On watching your friend sign up for Tumblr…

“Sign in? What? Sign up? How do I do this? Where do I click?”

“What should my user name be? No…. something edgier. Something about sex. But like still edgy. And impressive. What about ‘dickbook’? Or should I have a pen name?”

“How do I make a title? Is it ‘Create Post’? Is it ‘Create Post’? Help me!”

“Yours is pretty. How do I make mine prettier?”

“Oh god, that’s tacky.”

“That’s tacky, too.”

“Eww that looks cheap.”

“Is one of them blue?”

“Forty-nine fucking dollars? Is it for real forty-nine dollars? What the hell?”

“Oh god I just imported my Gmail contacts. Can they see me? No but for real can they tell it’s me? Oh god, Ashley has a blog? Gross.”

“Wait where did the post I started writing go? No, I hadn’t activated my account yet so I hit publish and it just, like, went away.”

“Oh wait it says I have a saved post, how do I get it howdoIgetit helpppp me.”

“Oh, retrieve. That was easy.”

“Should I put in a picture? How do I put in a picture? Is it this little tree thing? Can I do two pictures? Where do I get them?”

“How do I follow someone?”

“Ugh this is just going to turn into a porn blog. I don’t really want a porn blog. Or at least not an unclassy one. Ooooo I’m gonna look at that later.”

“Oh, this is tasteful [shows picture of two naked girls making out on a luxury hotel bed].”

“Should I highlight this post? Oh wait, I need followers for that? I just saw ‘Highlight’ and was like ‘Yeah, highlight!’”

“Should I write a real post now, like original content?”

“I’m going to retweet this now. I mean reblog.”

“Do I have a Formspring yet?”