Bee is stomping around the living room yelling into a megaphone and waving a penant with the words, “Sam Butera” on it. It’s like a Dali painting in here.
You had a good run brain, but this is the best thing you’ll ever come up with. Every idea from now on will be a miserable attempt at living up to Swimmithy.
They always crack under the pressure and spill their guts.
Into my mouth.
Is that so much to ask?
I do this because I have a thousand things going on in my brain at once. I used to ignore about 98% of those things, because I thought they didn’t matter. One day someone told me that they did matter, and I should put those thoughts somewhere so they could be shared. So I started doing it.
Of course I want you to read it. Of course I want you to like it. It feels so great to see that something you have created has resonated with others. But the point is not that I’m making something specifically to generate a response. I’m making it because I want to make it. I NEED to make it. For myself.
BUT I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT.
Hear! Hear! I can’t imagine you not being a part of this space and reading/watching/playing along with your antics on a most regular basis.
I enjoy you so much. One, just for you because you are Sarah from Vancouver and you are awesome. But two, because I know I’ll never be alone when I just want to dance, jump, sing, do the robot, freak out, make a fool of myself and write happy, sad, weird, crazy, joyful, triumphant stuff for myself and for everyone else here to see and do whatever they want with it.
So, yeah. Keep on doin’ what you’re doin’ doin’ doin’ ‘til it’s done, done, done. (That’s Kids in the Hall, muthafuckas. CANADIANS, FTW!)
Mwah. I heart your spectacled face.
I like both of these babes, and not just because they party down with mooses.
If you need me, I’ll be in my pillow fort. Dying of girly embarrassment.
I have like 40 of them.
Brave talk coming from the man who is dating one girl while being my wife’s second husband…
Do as I say, not as I woo.