Shrimp Walk, performed to "L.A. Love Story" by LETRON

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A Short "Tail"

Jason Mraz recently wrote in his blog about a cat he had to put to sleep on Christmas Eve. He is a fairly decent story teller, although perhaps anything he says seems dreamy to me...hmmm...At any rate, I felt this posting was appropriate:

We had a dog when I was growing up named Sweet Pea. She was small and gray and fluffy and so sweet she gave you a toothache, so you can see her name was fitting. Being a family dog, I had a certain connection with her, as the rest of my siblings and parents probably did. After years of deteriorating health, limping limbs, and lost eye sight, I came home one day to find she was not there. I was told she had been put to sleep. That was almost 15 years ago.

...I only recently found out she had indeed NOT been put to sleep but had been found in the middle of winter frozen down on the running trail by our house. My brothers had been out looking for her and found her peacefully resting on a very frozen and snowy hillside.

This opened up an entirely new wave of questions about my childhood and "lost" pets of the like. I often question the endings to many of my pets' lives: the guinea pig we found on top of the garbage can coming home from church one day, the babies of other guinea pigs that had all been "sent away to good homes," etc.

I suppose I may not want to know the answers to those questions, and I suppose it's best I don't.

Cyber Crush

I've recently discovered a website that is so absurdly hilarious I had to write to the guy who runs/writes it. As a human who appreciates humor and holds it on a pedestal above almost all else, I think he is a mastermind at his craft, keeping my eyes watering until the very last heave of my continuous laughter.

Basically his site is dedicated to the telling of stories stretched just a bit to the realm of untrue yet trickle through real-life situations like a bead of rain on your car windshield...or something like that.

Anyhoo, in all the presumptuous, cocky being that I am, I felt it necessary to tell this cyber-crush of mine that he was on my mind. I awoke this morning with his response in my inbox and couldn't help but laugh out loud. Check out his site and see for yourself! Just be wary of laughter-induced comas...they'll getchya.

NOTE: In my colleagues' defense, I actually DO enjoy talking to them about whatever is on their (or my) mind and they are truly an invigorating, entertaining group of individuals. Just p.s.


So my email went like this:

Hi,

You're fabulous. Thanks for making me laugh at work while I contemplate whether or not having food to eat and a place to sleep each night is worth pretending to care about what my co-workers talk at me about.

Peacefully sincere,
Girl with a crush on your words


AND the reply:


Dear Katy

Every so often, I receive an email that I really enjoy reading. Yours was not one of them of course but I appreciate the effort.
It is worth it, but only just. Headphones and something angry and bitchy like Linkin Park get me through the office hours.

Regards, David.

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