Wednesday, November 24, 2010


Okay, so I was brave and opened the email and replied to the comments. BOTH of them. Then I got replies back for both of them and those two email are now unopened.

The one thing that sucks about being brave is it usually doesn't stop being a requirement for life. It's not like I can just decide to be brave and then poof I'm brave. I'm a scaredy-cat who occasionally can't handle the guilt.

I CAN'T HANDLE IT. Can someone give me a hug?

In further news, I'm absolutely humiliated that everyone is so excited to read my story. Like I said when I first told you about it, it's very juvenile. To make it even worse, the worldview is not right. What kind of career starter is it to write something you don't even believe? Not that this is a career starter at all.

I need to talk about something nice, drink something hot, clear my head. I need to go run a marathon in the fresh-fallen snow. I need to adopt someone else's life.

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful park in the middle of a perfect city. Sometimes one of the local girls would go for a walk in the beautiful park, then she would return to her loft apartment in the perfect city and pin up her blonde hair. Then she would go to a dance party in the city and get home before ten o'clock, exhausted and content. The End.

Thank you for that brief interlude. Shall we get back to real life now?


Listening to DecembeRadio - Love Found Me


  1. *hug* Awesome job. Being brave is bloody EXHAUSTING. I was so exhausted at the gathering. Yikes.

    Also, internet people can be (and are) often the most brutal people around. Too little responsibility.


  2. I agree with Nimba-Jimbian that Internet discussions get nasty very, very fast.

    But, I wanted to give you a virtual hug and and kudos for fighting the good fight.

    What blog, incidentally?