It’s a little cheesy but I had to bust out the red hair bow - happy 4th everyone!
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I’m crying
But it’s okay! I’m so happy. No no, it’s not that – it’s that I’m so amazed at what I’ve done and how lucky I am.When I moved here I believed I would succeed, but I also knew I would fail, which should tell you everything you need to know about me. It’s only been a month but I’ve found so much evidence of my failure, so much proof that I’m such a silly fool to think people will like me for me, to believe I’m capable, to think I’m anything special at all.
But actually, I am capable of so much. People do like me for me and they think I’m special.
I have the most incredible people in my life, people I’ve known for 25 years and 25 seconds. In the past month I’ve reconnected with friends who met me when I was 18 and met people for the first time at 31, and all of them – ALL OF THEM – are so kind to me, and we have so much fun, and we understand each other, though we may be so different, and there is just no way that that doesn’t speak volumes for who I am. In the past month I’ve left people too, and it’s been very hard but what I’ve learned is that they love me and believe in me and want me in their life even though I’m far away now. The support I’ve gotten is staggering.
I got emails today from friends in Boston and New York and Florida and all over the darn place so excited about my good news, and Emily and Laura and Matt took me out this afternoon and we drank and grinned and celebrated and oh if you could only have heard Mama Ro’s voice on the phone when I called her to tell her that “Mommy, can you believe it – one month! It took me ONE MONTH!!” it would just melt your heart how happy she was for her little girl and oh but iDaddy’s email would kill you. It would make your heart ache because I’m actually okay but no - I’m more than okay… and I was so not okay for so long and I really thought I’d never be okay again.
And that’s the thing, really. I’ve been so not okay for so long but I’ve still done right by the people in my life. And now, when things are good those people are there for me with the ticker tape and the hair bows and the exclamation points and the bourbon.
And I love them – I love you - for it.
I’m having such a ridiculously great day, and I love everyone so much right now! YAY GO SOX FUCK YEAH!!
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I’m just so happy right now. My best friends, my great life.
celebratory hair bows :)
I was doing dishes in my nightfrock while my coffee brewed
- Matt: Morning!
- me: Morning pup.
- Matt: How'd you sleep?
- me: Eh, I kept waking up. Did you sleep well? Did you take a pill?
- Matt: Yeah. But I woke up at 6 this morning.
- me: Ew.
- Matt: Well, the baby Jesus wanted me to be awake.
- me: Too bad the baby Jesus didn't want you to do the dishes.
Oh and I guess that means I should say no when you ask me to pick up your dry cleaning?!
I fucking love it when “nice” people complain that they get walked on all the time…then stop being so fucking NICE you idiot
Gee whiz, it’s too bad I read this just as I was about to start making your dinner, Pup! And I even got the fixins to make you a treat, but I’m not supposed to be nice anymore so OH WELL!
I'm guessing Blakeley will know the answer to this
Is there a term for the gesture that involves making a V-shape with your pointer and middle fingers, placing them in front of your mouth and darting your tongue between them? If there isn’t such a term can we coin one?it’s called the “rug doctor” or down south known as the “cooter cleaner”
Why do you know this, Puppita? Between this and yesterday’s threat about making out with girls I’m starting to worry…
I'm guessing Blakeley will know the answer to this
Is there a term for the gesture that involves making a V-shape with your pointer and middle fingers, placing them in front of your mouth and darting your tounge between them? If there isn’t such a term can we coin one?Internet, I would also like a Chiclet-sized pink sapphire and a date with that girl who played Anne Boleyn on The Tudors
Hey, did you guys know that the Internet is magic? It is! If you complain to the Internet about your dragging sex life the Internet will give you sex! If you tell the Internet you need a hug the Internet will do you one better and you’ll find yourself sleeping in the arms of the world’s perfect cuddler (AND NONE OF YOU WILL SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THIS CUDDLING DISEASE I SEEM TO HAVE DEVELOPED. Unless it’s to tell me that there’s an antibiotic designed to treat the affliction because GOD it’s so gross when I get like this.) And hey! The Internet will also throw in a compliment from a stranger, just because the Internet loves you so much and wants you to be happy.Shel Silverstein should totally write a children’s book about the Internet.