I know it’s a day early…
But dear Internet: I made you this valentine. It’s a red heart, see? I cut it out myself! With some bits of a paper doily all around the edges! It’s a little sticky from all the glue and sparkles. I pasted on some googly eyes, but they fell off. Oh, wait, here they are, on my shoe.
Why did I bother making this when you’re just going to throw it out? Because I love you. I love you, Internet. I want to date you. I want to invite you over, and bake you a casserole. I will gaze at you in misty-eyed adoration, and warble love songs at you as you eat. Sweet Jesus, you'll think, does she have to look at me like that? What am I eating? And why is she singing Anne Murray songs, of all things? and then you’ll make up an excuse about having to leave early. I’ll call you as soon as you run out the door and I’ll make kissy noises into your voice mail.
And then I’ll FedEx you the rest of the casserole.
You will be scared.
But it will all be out of love, Internet. You are my one and only. Don’t ever forget that. And never leave me. Ever.
Okay, okay. Seriously, now. Wow. I don’t even know what to say about the response I received to my last post. I am overwhelmed. Thank you.
The amazing Leah interviewed me, and you can read it here. Go see! Embarrassing secrets--revealed! And there’s a picture of me trying to look pretentious, and succeeding.
Did I say thank you? Thank you. It doesn't seem like enough, but it's what I've got.










February 13, 2006
Reader Comments (90)
The Gap has jeans on clearance for $10 and up. They will make your butt look like the butt of your dreams. If you dream about that sort of thing, that is.
Great interview!
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That's just my brand of dork.
Except sometimes the tin can be difficult to open, and you'll break a nail and then fling the tin into your face. So watch out for that.
That's all. Except, oh, HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!
(All in jest. I'd abandon my family to meet you in Massachusetts for a legally-binding same-sex marriage ceremony at the drop of a hat.)
Ha ha ha ha! I'm still laughing about Scott humping a pillow. Hilarious! Me likey that picture too, you sexy thing.
Mama Postal and Daddy Phone expect me to marry within the tribe. As an only child, well, I feel obligated to take their wishes into account. I know, I know, love should be enough but family has to come first.
I'm engaged to Sattelite Radio now and you're just going to have to let go. I've packed up you're mp3's and a few jpegs you've left around, if there's anything I've missed let me know.
Really my dear, it was great while it lasted but it's time to go our seperate ways.
Goodbye, and thanks for all the casserole.
But the Anne Murray songs? Not so much!