The Good, The Bad, The Fugly
The Bad: Well, I thought my car was fixed anyway. Not so fast mon ami. Don't break out the champagne sez me to me. I jumped the gun on my exuberant announcement of triumph over my hunk of almost worthless machinery. Shortly after I declared victory my car stalled out again. Now it's back to the shop I go, through the woods and far away, just like the way to grandma's house, and there's a wolf with his hand out at the other end. Tra la la. So, it's with the boneheaded mechanic again. Quelle Surprise! I hope I will get it back tomorrow -- truly and completely and finally fixed, or there is gonna be some serious shape-shifting going on, and little red (non-)riding hood here is gonna turn into the BIG BAD WOLF!
The Good: I am still a smitten kitten. I feel compelled to write about my good fortune, yet I worry that the sap quotient will be so high that all of you will be running for the nearest bucket to wretch, or frantically seeking shots of insulin. I will try to contain myself, in this forum at least. I will say this much: I really like this awesome person, and by a stroke of good luck, kismet, fate, and by the hand of Divine Intervention, he likes me back. I feel like a lucky girl, even though my life, in parts, has been rather luckless as of late. The fact is, as frustrating as it is to be living in different states and never having met in person, I may stand to get a lot luckier when we do meet. The prospect of going from really good to a whole lot better is a happy one. I feel only hopefulness when I think of us.
The Fugly: Okay, there is really no fuggliness to speak of, it was just a fun subject heading. Fuggin fergive me OK?
P.S. I have just come to the conclusion that my blog does not do me justice. Dammit, I am more interesting than this, I just know I am! Writing here makes me feel stilted and self-conscious. I just can't bring the fun. Oh well, this may just not be my ideal format for self expression. Maybe my best is in my real paper journal, or in my artwork, but I suspect that my best is in living.
The Good: I am still a smitten kitten. I feel compelled to write about my good fortune, yet I worry that the sap quotient will be so high that all of you will be running for the nearest bucket to wretch, or frantically seeking shots of insulin. I will try to contain myself, in this forum at least. I will say this much: I really like this awesome person, and by a stroke of good luck, kismet, fate, and by the hand of Divine Intervention, he likes me back. I feel like a lucky girl, even though my life, in parts, has been rather luckless as of late. The fact is, as frustrating as it is to be living in different states and never having met in person, I may stand to get a lot luckier when we do meet. The prospect of going from really good to a whole lot better is a happy one. I feel only hopefulness when I think of us.
The Fugly: Okay, there is really no fuggliness to speak of, it was just a fun subject heading. Fuggin fergive me OK?
P.S. I have just come to the conclusion that my blog does not do me justice. Dammit, I am more interesting than this, I just know I am! Writing here makes me feel stilted and self-conscious. I just can't bring the fun. Oh well, this may just not be my ideal format for self expression. Maybe my best is in my real paper journal, or in my artwork, but I suspect that my best is in living.
posted by scribe at 9/21/2006
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