it's with great pleasure...
That I present to you a talented writer, stellar photographer, all-around kick-ass person... and someone who is very dear to me. In other words, I dig this person and I want to share her with you.
My friend was recently bitten by the writing bug so I wanted to give her a forum to scratch the ensuing itch. I've given her carte blanche to post whatever she wants whenever she wants on this here blog. She just created a blog of her own so my diabolical and not-at-all-secret plan is to get her off to a running start by sharing my wonderful audience and whetting a few appetites. As we all know, it's easier to stay motivated and inspired to write when you know people are reading.
But before you go wandering off to her sassy new space, she is going to grace my blog with a tale of adolescent horror that I'm sure we can all relate to. This story makes me howl with laughter and wince with painful recognition. It simultaneously tugs at my heart and tickles my funny bone... and won't stop tickling it. In fact, I'm pretty sure I pissed off my neighbors with all my hooting and hollering when she told me this story on the phone the other night. I couldn't quite compose myself even though it was well after the acceptable hour to be making that sort of racket. Whatevs, I put up with my neighbor's shit so they can deal with a bit of late night giggling. For example, the people upstairs have loud arguments all the time. Based on some of the things they say, I'm not quite sure if they're legitimately duking it out or if they're translating and acting out a Spanish telenovela. I often stand near my kitchen window to try to get the full story but sometimes the yelling becomes so shrill, it's hard to comprehend. The one chick in particular is prone to screaming about how much she hates her roommate/girlfriend (hard to tell). The roommate/girlfriend then tells her to keep her voice down which prompts the screamer to get even screamier. It's all very dramatic, you see. It gets VERY heated and escalates into hysterics but, to my knowledge, no one has been slapped or pushed down the stairs... yet. I'll keep you posted.
Anyhoo, as I was saying, please stay tuned for posts from... drumroll please... Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. She's a brand new blogger and a dear friend so please give her a warm Ham & Cheese on Wry welcome. Um, whatever the hell that is... I really appreciate it.
Thank you,
Curly
My friend was recently bitten by the writing bug so I wanted to give her a forum to scratch the ensuing itch. I've given her carte blanche to post whatever she wants whenever she wants on this here blog. She just created a blog of her own so my diabolical and not-at-all-secret plan is to get her off to a running start by sharing my wonderful audience and whetting a few appetites. As we all know, it's easier to stay motivated and inspired to write when you know people are reading.
But before you go wandering off to her sassy new space, she is going to grace my blog with a tale of adolescent horror that I'm sure we can all relate to. This story makes me howl with laughter and wince with painful recognition. It simultaneously tugs at my heart and tickles my funny bone... and won't stop tickling it. In fact, I'm pretty sure I pissed off my neighbors with all my hooting and hollering when she told me this story on the phone the other night. I couldn't quite compose myself even though it was well after the acceptable hour to be making that sort of racket. Whatevs, I put up with my neighbor's shit so they can deal with a bit of late night giggling. For example, the people upstairs have loud arguments all the time. Based on some of the things they say, I'm not quite sure if they're legitimately duking it out or if they're translating and acting out a Spanish telenovela. I often stand near my kitchen window to try to get the full story but sometimes the yelling becomes so shrill, it's hard to comprehend. The one chick in particular is prone to screaming about how much she hates her roommate/girlfriend (hard to tell). The roommate/girlfriend then tells her to keep her voice down which prompts the screamer to get even screamier. It's all very dramatic, you see. It gets VERY heated and escalates into hysterics but, to my knowledge, no one has been slapped or pushed down the stairs... yet. I'll keep you posted.
Anyhoo, as I was saying, please stay tuned for posts from... drumroll please... Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. She's a brand new blogger and a dear friend so please give her a warm Ham & Cheese on Wry welcome. Um, whatever the hell that is... I really appreciate it.
Thank you,
Curly
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