16.6.08

Ensorcell.

A defect of birth prevents it from operating at full capacity, but I did not need an x-ray to tell me that. Indeed, each day the mercury has reached higher and higher towards hell, and each day my heart has hardened accordingly. I've been carrying 'round this stone beneath my sternum, this block of ice that burns and numbs and freezes me in place. I've been lost, and at a loss, for a very long time. I honestly don't know what's wrong with me. (Lies.)

But then this incredible woman of whom I think the world said some very nice (albeit delusional) things about me vis-a-vis a World Famous Blogger, and this incredibly talented man whom I've just been getting to know sent me blog traffic the likes this spot has never seen. AND! this new friend just makes my day whenever I hear from him, such lovely things he says. AND! AND! this friend from way back keeps offering me a job I so desperately want to accept, AND! AND! AND! if she keeps it up I just might. AND THEN! amidst all of his own personal upheaval, this amazingly awesome man gave me the puppy I've always wanted.



Gosh, I wish there was a word that meant "restoration of one's faith in the Internets," but since there isn't, this one will have to do.

14 comments:

  1. When you most think the internets constitute a shithole of magnanimous proportions, they tend to pleasantly surprise. I think it's a law or something.

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  2. it's a shame the shit far outweighs the pleasant.

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  3. you know, if you go around saying nice things about me like that, you're only going to encourage me. dammit.

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  4. i'll try not to make it a habit ;)

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  5. If Shari's offering you a job in the great Northwest that involves working with Shari (in the great Northwest), well, hell, all I can say is, 'Duh? Hello?'

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  6. I KNOW.

    the problem is i'm completely incompetent, and worse, really really lazy.

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  7. Well, you're not completely incompetent. You're an excellent speller and a flawless user of punctuation. Such writing prowess is necessary for 95% of lawyer-ly distinction, with the other 5% consisting of billing and arguing (so I understand).

    Don't let your self-delusion keep you from doing (or at least trying) something that could potentially lead to your *gasp* happiness.

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  8. I'm really, really lazy too. If Buckcherry's song would've been written about me, it would go "HEY, you're lazy, bitch..."
    :)

    And I completely and utterly adore you - and I'm not the only one.

    I say go for the job you really really want, and other happinesses will follow. Trust me. I know stuff.
    xoxo ♥

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  9. ah, but sir, i only write when i'm sad. if i found happiness i'd have to stop blogging permanently and... hey... that's not such a bad idea.

    xoxo to you too, monty :)

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  10. Your new puppy looks nice. What's his name?

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  11. his name is duke, and by golly he's not selling my baked beans recipe.

    (i don't have a baked beans recipe.)

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  12. OH! YOU'RE SO HIRED!!! Incompetent and lazy??? You'll fit RIGHT IN!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm ordering business cards. This is going to be the best year ever!!!!!!

    (Sir, please forgive the inexcusable overuse of exclamation points. The occasion called, and I answered.)

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  13. Yeah, those are all amazing people, for sure. Wish I'd hung out with you a lot more at TequilaCon because you sound pretty amazing yourself.

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  14. naw, i'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her. err... or something.

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