what exactly would you like to hear from me? that everything will be ok?
OK’s are fair game for waiters and people that want to sell something.
“hey so is everything ok here? you save any room for dessert?”
most days the rate at which the world turns requires more inertia than my legs can muster, but don’t we all get a twitch of this? don’t we all feel our bodies sink a little more with each bad day, compounded with a handful of rough patches and awkward moments, exponentially making you question things more with each hesitant heartbeat.
well the good news is failure is glorious
and success is easy,
and the real beauty that this world offers is somewhere in between.
and because of that you’re grateful for the struggle,
and if you’re smart you embrace and take pride your works,
and hopefully you follow your path a little more each day,
and in that path you find peace, and glimpses of a future doing what you should, where you should, with good people and great intentions and the best dreams.
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I participated in a series of (very entertaining) back-and-forth emails yesterday with an angry chick who demanded several times that I reveal the name of the person who submitted her to STFU Marrieds. She had narrowed the culprits down to 2 and wanted me to confirm who it was. My response was “Uhhh, no”. So she went a little bit cuckoo and threatened to sue me.
She ranted that her postings on the internet required privacy (never mind that her full name and face on the first post and full name on the second post were blocked out) and that I was an impedance by withholding the submitter’s identity (huh?). Yet when I did a simple google search of her name her myspace page along with a wedding page popped up in all its smarmy info and tacky Louis Vuitton background glory.
So thank you, Cynthia. You made my day just a little bit brighter with your general absurdity, “my cousin the lawyer” line, and ALL-CAPS rage.