January 11, 2006

de-lurking week

delurk no maswow…it’s already half over and I’ve missed out on days’ worth of comments. I just heard that it’s de-lurking week. so, you there. yes, I’m talkin’ to you. speak up, wouldjya? if you visit this blog regularly, lemme know. tell me who you are. you’re not pulling your weight. because see, right now, this is a one-way relationship. I write it and you get to read it. I’m doing all the work. I entertain, I make you laugh, make you sneer, make you scowl, make you throw up a little bit, and what do you do for me? nuthin’.

don’t worry about being witty, or intelligent, or profound. it doesn’t have to rhyme or incite my emotions. just say something. like hi. or like something. c’mon. you know you want to.

my goal here is to get as many comments on one post as I can. please, be a peach and help a girl out. invite your friends. call the neighbors.

by the way, if you want to say something negative, I should probably tell you that last week gee duh-bya signed a law, prohibiting posting annoying messages without disclosing your true identity.

see how useful this blog is? thank me for teaching you something new.

la la la

(pardon me while I get all lovey-dovey about my schmoopsie boopsie for a sec.)

today marks 5 months since the boy and I had our first date. and yes, I pay attention to that stuff, and no, I’m not afraid to admit it.

yesterday, my friend krissy commented (not for the first time) that she’s so happy to see me happy now. I asked her if I was sad before, and she assured me I wasn’t outwardly sad or not fun to be around, but there was a dark cloud hovering above me, weighing me down. it’s true. there was. a cloud. a dreary, heavy cloud. and now it’s gone. or maybe now I’m on top of it, and it’s now called cloud 9. ok, I’ll stop.

today his blog songs are lyle lovett’s cute as a bug, and brown-eyed girl by reel big fish (because he doesn’t have the van morrison version). here is why he picked cute as a bug. that’s really cute, huh?

you know what’s even cuter than that? he calls me mon petit fromage. in french, that means my little cheese. but what makes it the cutest is that he’s from wisconsin.

was this not enough cute for you? check out the cute overload blog. if you don’t find that stuff cute, you’re dead inside.