don’t blame me! blame stupid Typekey and not-stupid Rachel Lucas! and my lack of sleep and sore muscles. definitely blame that. just ask Brian the Sailor.
So like, Frank told me that Instapundit told him that like Rachel Lucas is back, and I looked at his laptop and saw her little floaty child face and was like, “More than just guest-posting at Whittle’s place?” and Frank was like, “Yeah, I guess so!” and I went, “Cool!” and went to check it out.
Well, see, that will make me feel better. The real Rachel Lucas getting thousands of hits a day while I still can’t average a thousand (and believe me, peeps, I know why, and I have a long-term plan, I just can’t yet implement it–NO, NOT to off Rachel Lucas, I like her and want her to have her thousands, what I mean is I have a long-term plan to improve my own traffic–I’m not about tearing down other people to build up my own self, what kind of person do y’all think I am?) is so much better for my self-esteem than the abandoned-her-blog-like-a-year-ago Rachel Lucas still getting thousands of hits a day, not that I ever check other people’s sitemeters, and not that I’m the reason some people put passwords on those things. I am a sick freak, I know. I KNOW!
Ok, so I went over there and started reading all the new posts, because hey, there are only five, and if I start now, there is no catching up to do ever (until I got to that part about importing her old blog posts, thanks a lot), and I wanted to comment on something, and then I had to sign into Typekey, and I sign into that about once a year, so I was trying to figure out why Typekey was calling me by my full name with my maiden last name and everything, and Frank was talking. It went something like this:
FRANK J.: yammer yammer Instapundit yammer Carter yammer yammer president overwhelming yammer yammer trainwreck yammer both. [he chuckles]
SARAHK: Hahahaha.
FRANK J.: Did you hear me?
SARAHK [laughing]: Not a word of it. I’m trying to comment on Rachel Lucas’s blog, and stupid Typekey is being all formal with me.
FRANK J. [laughing]: Well, at least you know to just laugh at the right places.
SARAHK: I know, I was so focused. I did to you–
FRANK J.: You’re always griping at me for the exact same thing!
SARAHK: –what you’re always doing to me!
See, peeps, last night, I had no sleep. Furniture comes tomorrow, livingroom is not yet painted (pick your reason, do not leave your mealy-mouthed “why not?” comments, though really, I don’t know why I even warn y’all about that anymore, y’all have been really good lately, and it’s not y’all actually for the most part, it was some a little in the beginning, plus y’all know that i’m just koo-koo these days on all this gluten), and I’ve been clearing clearing clearing out the livingroom, plus spackling and hanging The Painting, etc etc etc.
Tomorrow I’ll tell y’all about how I thoroughly embarrassed myself responding to a very complimentary comment that Brian the Sailor left me on IMAO. Completely a compliment. And I took every single sentence the exact wrong way and thought he was insulting me. So tomorrow I’ll post what I responded with and how he was so nice back to me and didn’t even say something like, “You know what, woman? You’re CRAAAAAZY. I’m through being nice to you, you’re all whacked out and funky in the brain.” Because I am, musees. Whacked out and funky in the brain, that is.
Case in point: I don’t even remember what this post was about. I don’t.
if it will help you (which it won’t), you can come meet my mom this week!!
May 22nd, 2007 at 8:49 amHang in there!! And you can sit by me on the crazy train - we are eating stress by the bowlful around here topped with crazy sauce. All will be well soon though!
Have fun with the new furniture!
May 22nd, 2007 at 8:53 ameveryone loves you! you funny.
May 22nd, 2007 at 10:08 am