This day cannot be described on my blog, save to say that you will one day read about it in an airport bookstore book or hear about it while mascara runs down my face on Oprah and/or YouTube.
And then this bitch goes and tries to steal my thunder.
Shit, I can't catch a break...
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OK, the two of you are turning into this mutual admiration society that - while being somewhat endearing to the voyeuristic reader - is disappointing to the more serious consumer of blogospheric rhetoric. Can you PLEASE put the self-love on the back burner and get back to what it is that you do well? A hungry audience awaits.
IUJU is code for Rick on Russian Hill can go fuck himself...
Rick, you have no idea what is going on or what you are talking about. And if you ever find out, you are going to feel like the douchebag we think you are right now.
Whatever iuju is, I'm sure it's a perfectly cromulent word.
Bethy, you OK? After reading Mel's post, then your post about the GG Bridge, I'm a little worried.
Rick, go to hell (or, worse yet, perezhilton.com) and do not return. Ever. You don't deserve what Beth's blog provides.
Beth, I could not agree with Mel more. I am in awe every day of your creativity, your confidence, and your radiance. Every day is Beth day. By the way, you know that our anniversary is coming up, right? I don't remember the exact date of Shawarma Day, but I will find out.
Unlike Rick, I'm grateful for the constant chuckles Beth gives me, again unlike Rick. If something is up with you, Bethy, you've got a very big fan who will read forever. Because whatever is ruining your weekend will inevitably be an awesome read. Hang in there, hot stuff.
Beth has a bad weekend and is honest about that. Good for you, Spots! You're braver than me. And no one would ever write about me what Melissa wrote about you.
This is why we read. Because Beth says the shit no one else has the balls to say and makes us laugh out loud and feel less like the freaks we are.
I guess I never said Thank You.
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