Saturday, June 14, 2003
HOLY SHIT WOW!
Joe is posting during the weekend!
It is late late late on Friday night and I am way way wasted. So many drinks, so many conversations, so many snores. Which leads me to the reason I stop into this journal tonight.
I always check my site. We all do. Right? I mean, we do. You click on it, you check your comments, you get in those modes where you stop by your sitemeter account every 10 minutes. I mean we all do it and I am the first to tell you that I never have.
Cept I always do.
Tonight when I came home and happened to GLANCE by my site...I was a little shaken up. You people care. You do. And you know me. I've never met (almost) any of you and the things you write to me are so in tune and on point. It blows my mind.
I have two types of readers.
I have those who leave comments, the way you all do (the people I am writing this post to).
And I have those that for the most part, have been with me from the beginning, but never make their voice known except through emails.
I cherish both aspects. So much so.
The point of all of this is ...er...this:
(this this and this)
You all made me feel really great about myself tonight. You made me feel important. I am gushing and it's unsightly for a woman to do that...but...well...(boner sticking out)...I love you all.
T-bone signs "Latas" and "Snores" on my site and I smile HUGELY.
April comes by my site and leaves a comment that is different than any I've gotten from her so far. I feel like I know her a little bit more by reading her site in depthly over the last week. And I love it. April...thank you for laying it out there. It's brave and it's rare. Good for you. And thank you for including us in your recent loss. It rings true with me.
Rose, Tina, Keol, Meegan, Daisy, Ahmad's Cheerleading section...you understand. I mean....hahahahaha. None of you know me and now I feel like king. Well, gay king. Don't worry...I still know my place.
Okay...I have so gone overboard. That's what happens when you "stop by your site" after a few hundred vodka tonics with extra lemon yum does anyone have a vodka tonic with extra lemon I am going to eat the donuts I bought I promised myself I wouldn't eat donuts anymore, but guess what I have powdered AND chocolate
fuckin c ya
Joe is posting during the weekend!
It is late late late on Friday night and I am way way wasted. So many drinks, so many conversations, so many snores. Which leads me to the reason I stop into this journal tonight.
I always check my site. We all do. Right? I mean, we do. You click on it, you check your comments, you get in those modes where you stop by your sitemeter account every 10 minutes. I mean we all do it and I am the first to tell you that I never have.
Cept I always do.
Tonight when I came home and happened to GLANCE by my site...I was a little shaken up. You people care. You do. And you know me. I've never met (almost) any of you and the things you write to me are so in tune and on point. It blows my mind.
I have two types of readers.
I have those who leave comments, the way you all do (the people I am writing this post to).
And I have those that for the most part, have been with me from the beginning, but never make their voice known except through emails.
I cherish both aspects. So much so.
The point of all of this is ...er...this:
(this this and this)
You all made me feel really great about myself tonight. You made me feel important. I am gushing and it's unsightly for a woman to do that...but...well...(boner sticking out)...I love you all.
T-bone signs "Latas" and "Snores" on my site and I smile HUGELY.
April comes by my site and leaves a comment that is different than any I've gotten from her so far. I feel like I know her a little bit more by reading her site in depthly over the last week. And I love it. April...thank you for laying it out there. It's brave and it's rare. Good for you. And thank you for including us in your recent loss. It rings true with me.
Rose, Tina, Keol, Meegan, Daisy, Ahmad's Cheerleading section...you understand. I mean....hahahahaha. None of you know me and now I feel like king. Well, gay king. Don't worry...I still know my place.
Okay...I have so gone overboard. That's what happens when you "stop by your site" after a few hundred vodka tonics with extra lemon yum does anyone have a vodka tonic with extra lemon I am going to eat the donuts I bought I promised myself I wouldn't eat donuts anymore, but guess what I have powdered AND chocolate
fuckin c ya
