Laughing All The Way

Friday, June 02, 2006

Corrections

So, I know I was tired, but I wasn’t that tired. That last post was rife, RIFE I say, with spelling doodads and the like. I am curious if an auto-correct was on because the word blogger was changed to blogger in every instance blog was used in that last post. Edited: 6/5/06…this shit keeps happening. Why would “blogger” auto correct to blog every time?

The thingys should be fixed now, but really don’t rely on me for anything.

Bruce needs to stop keeping me up late. I need my sleep. I look like a glassy-eyed freak when I abruptly jolt awake from my nap at my desk that I didn’t know I was taking. I mean I was typing, I was typing, I was typing, I was sleeping, I was awake, I was typing. I just need to get over this jet lag. Please, I beg of you, let me sleep (and do your f’in resume).

Bruce: In case, you didn’t believe me, I will cut you off if you don’t complete your resume and a cover letter by Sunday afternoon.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

More walking, less bleeding: Or how I spent my vacation week

I suspect I have some ‘splainin’ to do.

Swinging between rah rah rah and noncommittal is confusing, but in some cases a safety measure for all involved (me). Being less than excited meant that there was a way to minimize aches and pains, in this case a skinned knee due to Stupid Jack London (stupid is capitalized here as I am using the invective as a title). The actual fallout was a literal oozing wound. Funny I prefer this to the figurative oozing wounds of the past.

So here’s the story (or part of it)...

I’m dating a blogger. Someone who has read my entire blog. Someone whose blog I’ve read. We both want to maintain our anonymity so just like my fake name; I gave him a fake name. Bruce is nothing similar or related to his real name; it’s just something that makes sense to me.

Bruce and I have a mutual friend, also a blogger (keep up with this), heretofore, Agent X. Agent X and I are blogging friends brought together by an ignominious commonality. One day Agent X sent me an email regarding Bruce, mind you, she didn’t call him Bruce. A correspondence regarding the blogger soon to be named Bruce began. Eventually I sent an email to Bruce and he turned bright red with anxiety (“Why would Some Girl ever write to me?”).

Over time Bruce, not knowing that he had been previously discussed and therefore I knew bunches about him (even what he looks like), and I started to exchange proof of life and greater details of our private selves. While I was off making some interesting mistakes, but living life, Bruce stood by and offered some great advice.

TBC…