The shoes cannot be saved ...but at least I have 275 hits.

So today had its ups and down, but mostly ups, which I shouldn't be saying because that might jinx the balance of good and evil in my life and just make everything go back to how it was before: full of malicious, relentless downage.

My day started at 3 am when my roommate dived into my bed, which was awkward, because I had very little clothing on (a comforter can act as clothing in this situation, right?) This he discovered immediately, and yet he proceeded to talk about what he did earlier in the pm, which consisted mostly of boozing it up and women. I tried to listen, as half of me was still asleep and his slurs made it difficult to make out what he was saying, all the while slowly inching away beneath the covers. I could HEAR a stream of profanities coming from the Mike that lives in my subconscious, and I owed it to the voices to keep a distance from the drunken, horny roommate of mine.

I won't go into how he fell off the bed and I almost jumped to catch him. Maybe he did it on purpose...

That sneaky bastard.


Later in the day I spilled a bucket of water-drainage-stuff from the AC unit at work into my shoes. It was... quite repulsive. I also ran into a wall and slammed my fingers in the fridge.

"Jessica, you said that today had its ups and downs. Where are the ups?!"


I'm getting there. So after all of that, I checked my email to find that Mike was available to chat, which is huge for me because we haven't had a conversation in weeks. "eeeeeee!" So in between preparing hookahs, I would rush to reply to my sailor, who eventually stopped replying and I haven't heard from him in an hour. Poo. See what I mean by there being a semi-balance? Mostly bad stuff. But when the good happens, like what I am about to tell you, the bad stuff seems, well, worth it?

I officially have 275 hits on my blog, and I have only been in the blog-o-sphere for around a month now. Holy shit sauce. No other words seem to describe my surprise like those. I'll say it again. HOLY SHIT SAUCE.

Thank you to everyone who has been supporting me in this. At first I was cautious because my self-esteem is below the floor boards and I didn't think that anyone, especially strangers, had any interest in what I had to say. I have hits from Brazil, Canada, Alaska, Russia, Australia, Germany, and even Thailand! If I could thank you in all all of those languages I would!

...and I will!


Thank you! (That covers most of you. Ha.)
Merci!
ขอบคุณ
Danke!
спасибо!