This morning I had an appointment with the optometrist of my dreams, Dr. M. I've been in love with him since I was like, 8, and he gave me my first pair of glasses. I was blind and he made me see. Maybe not the right phrase? But he is a beautiful man. We talked about politics and sports and his cat and I think he knows I'm in love with him, but I'm not sure? Oh well. Thank the Lord I only go there once a year. #awkwardlove
Tonight, I'm making channa masala (for the first time) for one of my work friends and her son. It doesn't look too hard? I think? PRAYING that it works, otherwise I'm going to look a fool.
A has his first real big-man interview today for a job post-graduation! He's wearing a suit and everything! I'm so proud of him. Send good luck thoughts his way, if you get a sec?
After that last post about anonymous commenters trying to hook me up with prescription happy pills, I've gotten approximately 58 emails from my secret druggie lover. Maybe it's time for a new letter? Dear Anonymous, you're creepin' me out. Time to move on. We are never, ever, ever getting back together!
Crazy biotch cat Lily actually smiled last night ... while I was on Skype. Thankfully my Juliefriend was fast enough to get a picture of it:
I honestly can't tell if she's genuinely happy ... or dreaming about the best way to kill me in my sleep.
Lastly. Miss Living In Yellow herself is doing something really neat - her readers get to leave an comment exposing their weirdest secrets - anonymously! And so no-one knows who wrote what. Last time I checked there were over 450 secrets over there ... so go share yours!
One of the things that was super exciting to me when I first started blogging was the concept of the anonymous commenter - someone sitting behind their computer screen spewing venomous comments all over the internet. I know some people get really offended by the things anonymous commenters say. Totally understandable. The more I see of anonymous, the more I realize what a miserable person they are.
(For the record, I totally know that "anonymous" isn't just one person. But, IMHO, when you start acting like a complete arse just for the hell of it, you don't really deserve the gratification of individualization. So there.)
To be honest, I actually really enjoy reading anonymous comments. Not because they're hurtful but because some of the things they say just straight up make me laugh.
I've kind of been wanting my own anonymous commenter for a while.
Finally, last week, I started getting the comments! They come straight to my inbox, so I opened them with a not-so-little level of excitement. Andddd this is what I found:
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Somewhere along the line, I guess I gave off the impression that I require prescription meds to keep my yin and yang in balance? #Idonthaveaproblem
Oh, and there was one super-concerned comment about cheap viagra ... #alsoI'mnotaman
So. This is actually pretty depressing. I wanted some hateful comments! Ones like all the cool kids get! But, alas. Alack.Turns out anonymous has a soft side? A concerned for blogger's welfare side?
I guess I'm not really sure where else to go with this ... so hey Anonymous, more venom next time? Less concern? I have a boyfriend that I pay for that, yo.
Oh, and one last thing that you should already have done or be planning to do:
Just do it.
