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Familiar with kismet? For all you knuckle-draggers, it’s fate or destiny.
And while I don’t believe we can heal others with our positive thoughts, or in crystals or guardian angels, I do believe in meeting someone at the right time that can border on magic.
Okay, my only mandate on this blog is…
Write the truth. Don’t lie, and don’t exaggerate (or try really hard not to).
Why? Because it’s too easy to lie to make a point or a joke. I’ve found that in life the hardest thing to do for me is to expose my vulnerabilities to others. It’s scary, and my mind has many ways of coping. Mostly by denial and/or humor.
Last year, the Chinese dubbed 2011 The Year of the Rabbit. Boooooooooring.
In response, I named 2011 The Year of the Shower Glove. Thousands read this manifest on better experiences while showering. I received not one but TWO cease and desist letters from the National Washcloth Council.
Thought I’d check in and tell you a few things that are going on – click below and watch. If you don’t have speakers, and can’t read lips, you will be confused and bored.
It’s been a while since I’ve introduced you to a new D.J. confession. In the past I talked about how I used to wear tight jeans, and how I pretended I was in bands when I wasn’t, and how I poop when I talk on the phone. But that’s nothing compared to this confession.
There are a couple of issues with my site that have been bothering me.
The speed thing is being looked at. Because my site has so much design (most blogs don’t), it’s tricky to keep the integrity of the graphics and also have the blog load at a decent clip. Thanks for being patient, and we’ll get it fixed.
Last December I wanted to do something special for you, my readers.
Many of you sent me your mailing addresses requesting one of my holiday cards. I happily obliged, even though some of you live overseas and cost me $.98 per stamp! Yep, that’s how much I love you. Next time, move over here.
If you’re a regular reader to this blog, you already know I flew down yesterday to Atlanta to visit Jessica, the woman I’m dating.
Not familiar with the reader turned girlfriend story? Click here!
I’m here through Sunday which allows me time to continue to develop intimacy with Jessica, explore Atlanta, celebrate NYE, and determine if the southern stereotypes in the real world match the ones in my head.
I left you last, Christmas Eve, 1am, while our last guest had to be escorted by my father who walked her two houses down from where she lived. She also had helped clean, although I believe broke a few dishes.
During the cleaning, we had set up an assembly line with my sister and mother bringing over all the glassware and dishes to the sink. Al, my sister’s boyfriend, washed everything by hand and then handed to me for the drying. My dad was breaking down the bar.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
