Fwd: ugh

Looking in my inbox tonight for the first time in a week or two, I see a bunch of spam, lots of mail about baby stuff, and about 300 lbs of “Fwd”s. Haha I made a funny joke once, when my good friend Steph sent me a forward and I replied back with REMOVE in the subject line, like she was unsolicited spam. haha. Yeah, it was pretty cool.

I just want everyone to know that it’s okay to not forward every piece of email that comes your way. Really, it’s okay. No one will die if you delete that message and not send it along to all the email addresses you have.

Oh that reminds me of a funny skit I saw on SNL the other night, the one about the Spammies, an awards show ceremony where they gave awards to email spams, including one about forwarding. Hahaha. Yeah, it was pretty funny.

So there are about a million people I need to reply to right now, but I am on DIALUP right now and if I had to choose between walking around naked in front of a bunch of judgmental assholes or doing internety things on dialup, it would be a very very tough choice. Of course, I would choose dialup, but only just barely. only just barely. my email is particularly painful on dialup, so give me a few days before you start getting mad that I took the time to play on loafe and not write you back. besides, I am embarrassed that I am on dialup so quit making me feel bad about it. jeez louise.

and I have to say that I really think there is something to this whole trying to bring in joy and banish shame and anger thing. It certainly isn’t easy, this world is overflowing with people I can’t stand, people so worthy of rage and annoyance and hatred; so few things exist worth my love and kindness and understanding. But the point here is I’m trying, I’m trying real hard, and it seems that the more I let go of the bad, the better life gets. The easier it becomes. The happier I feel. It works, that’s what I’m trying to say. It works. The more effort I put out, the better I feel. And even the effort gets easier. Sitting in the worst traffic in the world, surrounded by stupid morons on their stupid phones drinking their stupid coffee and thinking their stupid thoughts, instead of paying attention to driving, instead of doing the one thing they are in their effing cars to do, only makes me slightly crazy now instead of full-blown, fire-spitting, head-pounding psychotic, like before. I still hate them, but just not as much, not as intensely. You should all give it a try.

I am making pies tomorrow for Thanksgiving and I am looking forward to it, because I like pies. I like making and baking pies and I like eating pies and I like saying the word pies and I even like to spell pies. P-I-E-S. I know one or two people who don’t like pie and I am fairly certain they are not of this world. It’s unearthly to not like pies.

I hope you all have a lovely loafey Thanksgiving with lots of pies and no traffic jams, dialup hell or email fowards.

And while I’ll be eating turkey in Boston, I’ll be dreaming of San Carlos.

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