For three comments (besides my own)? Oh woe is me, woe is me.
I suspect this is payback for my not commenting on anyone else's blog in the past several weeks. Or else my therapist WAS right, and you all have better things to do than read my rambling non-sensical musings on air travel, virtual reality, and soup cans. Perhaps I should have appealed to the lowest common denominator in you, and written about sex instead. That would certainly keep my attention.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go make an emergency appointment with my therapist. I hope she works Sundays.
25 people with too much time on their hands:
...but today is Friday?
Please congratulate your mother on her sutnning success in passing along the "guilt gene".
You're absolutely right, Quickroute. Except Saturdays are dedicated to curling up in a fetal position under my bed and praying for an alien abduction. Can't miss that.
Red, don't push your luck. If I really broke out the guilt gene you'd have a razor blade to your wrists as we speak.
And what did you delete the first time? I am exceedingly curious. Did it include expletives? I like expletives.
You're such a neurotic. Dork.
(you can pretend that's the pregnancy hormones talking this time...)
XOXOXO
If you comment... they will come. :)
Well, I've already figured out that when you comment to my blog, you have something new posted. And if I didn't enjoy your writing so much, I might be hurt.
But don't worry about ME. (Did I do your mother proud?)
Jonah Haslap has leapt onto the stage like an anorexic Russian
ballerina who was abused as a child. He handles linguistic turns like a Porsche on country roads. His comedy tickles like walking over a sprinkler for the first time without a bathing suit. And his childhood anecdotes wash over the reader like an ocean breeze tussling the hair of a widow taking an October walk on the beach. Lord only knows how he has time to write such prose with his part-time legal job.
Heart, I responded to this on your blog. And I didn't even post anything of my own today! There goes your theory, right out the window.
Journalism, what a wonderfully odd compliment. Thank you. PS I'm adding you to the restraining order.
I cop to not visiting your site recently...or pretty much anyone's. I'm just not getting around like I used to. But trust me, O Talented One, I adore your writing; I crave it; I would take your blog over hundreds of others out there. Your stories are amazing. You can pay me, instead of your therapist, to convince you of this.
Thank you kindly for the comment on my blog!
I really enjoyed your previous post- of course, I realise how callous that sounds, since it was about your phobia for flying!!
You will be on my blogroll, I love variety.
Nice - a guilt piece that doesn't apply to me because I'm new!
But on the stories about refusing to pay therapists whose time you took but whose methods you didn't like - I take it you don't mind your own clients refusing to pay if they don't like the service you've provided?
Jocelyn -- do you think I can trademark that nickname, "O Talented One"? It's better than the one my mother gave me, "O He Who Almost Killed Me In Childbirth One."
Meggie -- Thanks for visiting, I'll do the same on my blogroll. I love variety too, except when it comes to eating and physical intimacy. Neither should take more than 10 minutes, and both should include condiments.
Citizen -- oh I kid, I kid. I kid because I love. Actually I kid because I want my money back :) Seriously, I make lots of jokes about therapists, which I feel entitled to do since I come from a family of them. It's like being Jewish lets me make Jewish jokes, and being gay lets me make gay jokes. Boy am I glad there's so much material out there already, otherwise my stories would be about 10% as long and 1% as funny.
Thanks for the humor today. And all the yesterdays. :)
TS -- ah, the two most beautiful words in the English language, "thank you." Now, if I could only hear the nine most beautiful words in the English language, "I now pronounce you Mr. and Mr. Jake Gyllenhall."
Jonah...thanks for popping by my site! I will definitely be back to visit you site again. I believe I've visited before as the blog name rings a bell!
The guilt doesn't work on my, kiddo. I'm just here to let you know I lightened up for you...a little :-)
I came for the word 'sex' in the post, and stayed for 'Miss Piggy - the Other White Meat'.
Your poll is missing Swedish Chef. Hmph.
Only three?? A crowd must have stopped by in the meantime....I toiled all the way through to the bitter end...It took me a while, but I'm persistent.Wonder what brought you to my blog? Perhaps I have an inkling....I did find myself laughing out loud a few times.
And synchronised swimming? I thought only girls did that.........Something to exp[lore with your long suffering but handsomely remunerated therapist perhaps?
No Regrets -- ah, sex and the pig. The most wonderful things in the world.
DMarks -- that was a deliberate omission. I had a Swedish roommate once and to my profound disappointment he never once threw sardines in the air. I evicted him and replaced him with a talking frog who rode a bicycle.
Hi Molly! Not sure how I found your page, but glad you can join us on the endless party that is Gefilte Fish Blues!
And no, synchronized swimming isn't just for girls -- it's for confused boys too!
http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1847
What Amy said.
If you comment THEY WILL come. :)
I promise you, I am shacked up with the only person able to tolerate me in real life on a long term basis. Consider yourself lucky :)
See a sex therapist and kill 2 birds with one stone. Actually, it's not nice to kills birds. Well, maybe kill one.
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