p.s. dear alien fuck head

[edited note added later... some person who has fun times assuming an alien persona on the blog-o-phere left a crude comment (in my opinion) upon the announcement of bk's passing. i deleted the message. said fool decided to leave another comment. probably harmless and well intentioned, but i have had enough. the following is when you know i have had enough. i'm fairly straight forward. i'll tell ya.]

while i'm all sorts of amused at your little internet escapades, your callus remarks about the death of my best friend are freakishly horrifying and i think it's best if you just take your ball and go the fuck home.

if you want to stop by and read, lovely.

but leave another ruthless comment and i will hunt you down and castrate you.

remember that the next time you want to be your prickish self before someone who is in serious mourning.

[sorry ya'll had to witness this. i'll be approving comments for a while... fucker.]

...but i meme, i can handle...

come on!! kimmyk made me do it! and it only took me, like three weeks to see it...

Rules: [because there are always rules]
You must post the rules before you give your answers.
You must list one fact about yourself for each letter of your middle name.
Each fact must begin with that letter.
If you don't have a middle name, just use your maiden name.
After you've been tagged, you need to update your blog with your middle name and answers.
At the end of your post, you need to tag one person for each letter of your middle name.

e- empathetic. frighteningly so, at times.
m- mothering. i have been mistaken for a mom in public because i actually [gasp] climb into the sand box with the kiddie poos! or [heaven forbid!] kiss their sweaty little foreheads when i pick them up at school! or [please God no!!] refuse to take lip from anyone under four feet tall. that's right. i'm your nanny. love it.
i- intoxicatingly good story teller.
l- lickable [i have more letters, kim, i can get sassy the first time.]
y- you really want to see me smile.

there.

deep breath.

i had a really nice story in there about my niece, but on all the pinche cut and pasting i managed to close this silly little screen and -whoops!- there it went. you'll just have to ask me about it another time.

now.... to pick on five helpless, unsuspecting people...

e- eat your cupcake does she know i read her regularly? maybe i should post on her site next...
m- mom i prefer your given middle name, it's got more letters.
i- i know not what good ol ac slater, she'll do it faster than i did.
l- lick it, slick damn, i am having to get all sorts of creative to get you folks involved...
y- you. you're reading this. tell me in a comment to come on over and check your shit out. do it. now. go. come on. quit being a puss and just go do it.

not yet, world, just not yet

so i'm getting requests for stuff.

and time.

and me.

and i'm just not ready, yet.

...

i'm supposed to have "coffee" with a friend of a friend.
conveniently, she had pneumonia and i had been watching someone else's kids with the influenza all week.
raincheck.

but now i've got to reschedule, right?
and meet her, right?
and maybe find out she's wonderful and hot and we hit it off immediately... right?

but i just can't get around those five minutes where i'm supposed to explain what's happened in the last two years of my life.

and i just can't get around looking into the eyes of someone who has no idea what i have just lost, or why i gave so much or that i'd give it all over again, and again, and again.

i'm just not ready to do that, yet.

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