Dearest Readers of Love and Grace,
The holidays kill me. I have nothing left to give, except this email I sent to Dooce today. I very, very, very rarely email people unless I know them. Or know them through blogging. For clarification, I do not know Dooce, in either the biblical or blogging sense. I just felt compelled, and then wanted to share the listless fruit of my loins. Oh, as far as the fisting comment, you must read Dooce to understand the reference. It was funny. I swear.
Cheers,
Sam
Heather,
Amidst the zillions of emails you must receive on an hourly basis, I must send one of my own. I love your mastheads with a fiery, unholy passion. The start of a new month never thrilled me before your artistic goodness combined with snarky flair. I am blessed by your wondrously wonderful mastheads, which await me TWELVE times a year. They are fantastic. I am amused each and every time.
Thank you,
Sam
PS I am sorry that you were improperly fisted. I believe that using the correct technique will prevent any and all jewelry slippage.
The holidays kill me. I have nothing left to give, except this email I sent to Dooce today. I very, very, very rarely email people unless I know them. Or know them through blogging. For clarification, I do not know Dooce, in either the biblical or blogging sense. I just felt compelled, and then wanted to share the listless fruit of my loins. Oh, as far as the fisting comment, you must read Dooce to understand the reference. It was funny. I swear.
Cheers,
Sam
Heather,
Amidst the zillions of emails you must receive on an hourly basis, I must send one of my own. I love your mastheads with a fiery, unholy passion. The start of a new month never thrilled me before your artistic goodness combined with snarky flair. I am blessed by your wondrously wonderful mastheads, which await me TWELVE times a year. They are fantastic. I am amused each and every time.
Thank you,
Sam
PS I am sorry that you were improperly fisted. I believe that using the correct technique will prevent any and all jewelry slippage.
posted by Sam at
8:05 PM
8 Comments:
I actually {heart} Chuck more than her mast heads.
My dog makes me proud. Her dog though, with his ability to balance shit on his head, well, it makes me prouder.
Glad to see you have lame enough of a life to email the Doocer... nice. You are such a loser. I love it.
I love you Sam, no matter how often you email me.
PS. I'll be in town this Thursday through next Wed (21st through the 28th) if you want to make out under the mistletoe.
i heart dooce. she was truley a doll to meet and be around in person. so wonderful, funny, and nice. she gave me the nicest compliment too, which i intend to never ever ever forget. :)
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Dooce is a great writer, and your email rocked, isnt it great when the compelling feeling takes over and becomes apologetic-in-case-im-stalking-you-but-i-love-ur-guts action. Its how I felt when I first started commenting on ur blog.
ur "fiery, unholy passion" cracks me up (ooo, and turns me on)!
post bitch.
merry christmas.
Merry Christmas to one of my favorite Bloggers!
am i the only person who doesn't read dooce? is she really that good?
i am only adding new blogs to my reading list if they are extremely funny. i cannot continue to read 85 blogs. my love life is suffering.
*can hardly type last sentence due to laughing about it.*
actually, my love life is in the shitter pretty much 90% of the time. the other 10%, i'm just lying to myself.
reading blogs does not play a role. i just like to have a scapegoat.
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