Along with the increased readership has been an increase in the number of anonymous commenters. Now, I have no problem with people commenting anonymously – if I did, I would check the “Don’t allow anonymous comments” box on my blog’s settings. However, with multiple people all commenting anonymously, it’s getting a bit confusing. So I’d like to make a request: If you’d like to publish a comment anonymously, consider giving yourself a pseudonym, just so I can distinguish one anonymous commenter from another. You can even identify yourself by a series of numbers if you like, just so long as I can keep you all straight in my own mind. If you’d rather not, however, it is perfectly fine to continue using the anonymous title. This should not, in any way, prevent anyone from commenting, so please keep those comments coming! You know me and my whorish stand towards comments, so don’t let me down.
With that out of the way, a few things that made me smile today:
1) Brunch and aimless wandering with my mommy. Mommies make everything better. Well, okay, maybe not everything. Well, okay, maybe not this. But she made it a little easier to bear, for at least a couple days, and that, I appreciate. She’s also extremely indulgent when I repeatedly say, “Oh, I should take a picture of this for my blog!”
2) Penguins. Just because penguins are so cool. Happy Feet, anyone?
3) Shopping with Tali. Neither of us bought anything (except dinner – yummy fried clams), but just wandering the mall and looking around was fun. We discovered that black, white, and red are apparently the “in” colors right now, though some stores apparently missed the memo on that. We also discovered that a lot of stores sell lingerie disguised as regular women’s clothing. They can claim it’s a dress all they want, but I’m certain it’s underwear.
4) My new coat, which, as it turns out, perfectly matches my tweed ballet flats. Come on, look at that and tell me it’s not meant to be.
5) Wearing said new coat and tweed flats to the English cohort cuddling- er, I mean, dinner. Even though there were only eight of us able to make it, we had a grand time. I actually laughed so hard that my stomach started to hurt. And here I thought I’d permanently lost my laugh. Turns out it was just hiding. It came back when we discovered that (some) friends are like hot chocolate, but others (read: me) are like earthy dirt coffee. Oh, and when Streetmate laughed like a donkey and I told her she was gonna get lucky in the backseat of her Mustang when we left (‘cause I was her date, and nothing’s sexier than a girl who laughs like a donkey). Good times.
That said, I still spend a huge portion of each day wishing I could just go to sleep and wake up in a new life. Progress is slow, but I’m doing what I can.