What Our Real Blogs Can't Know

That when I emailed people, they emailed me back.
That I got more emails from people in general.
That when I put myself out there, people were gentle or encouraging, or hell, at least acknowledged me
That I didn't keep throwing myself out there only to get hurt
That people would let it go when I tell them I am too sensitive to handle the rejection and they need to trust me on that.
That my mother would just back the fuck off.
That it hadn't taken me so long to find the fucking proper username for this damn blog.
That the law firm I'm temping at would offer me a job already so I could stop paying $592 per month for COBRA
That I felt better
That I could just tell my mother I don't want any hanukah presents from her and she'd just accept that.
That I wasn't so tired.
That I make it to work early tomorrow, just a little bit, just early enough so I'm not late.
That I had a dog. My wooden one is awesome. But, you know. It's not the same.

Monday, November 26, 2007