I’m EXCITED!!!!
This is the week of celebration. Today marks the first of seven days, the last of which will culminate in my third anniversary of blogging. Now if that’s not special, then I’m not sure what is. And if it’s not special, at the very least it’s convoluted. Who starts celebrating their third year blog anniversary eight days before the fact?
Answer: me. Obviously. At this point I have nothing left of interest to say on the subject of either celebrations, blogging, or premature ejaculation. See first sentence if you are offended by the forbotten PE phrase. And then laugh in relief as you realize that I have used a double entendre, or as the French say, double entongue-re.
1:28am and I am hot stuff.
I received a curious email yesterday, informing me I had received a $1.00 donation. Well, that was nice, whoever you are, I thought, but $1.00 seems a little, well, little, to be useful. Minus the Paypal fee, it becomes something like $.89. I can’t even buy a can of Coke with that. Nor could I buy the soft drink, not with LA vending machine prices being what they are.
So I check the link. Seems fishy. I call up Paypal in a different window and log into my account. Hmmm. No $1.00 donation. As I suspected, my $1.00 gift was in fact an attempt to haul in a major catch. They chose the wrong man. I’m not wealthy. I’m catastrophically poor, though not according to the IRS or anyone living in the Sudan. Still, I feel cheated, having once tasted the sweet, sweet delights of a tiny donation, and then having it ripped away by that ugly realization of electronic fakery.
My sorrow was palpable. Tangible, even. It came in the form of a rotting banana. And though I love bananas dearly, I threw it out, mourning its passing. And then I went to work. It’s all good.
Celebrate the good times. Seven more days. Have yourself a martini. It’s going to be a good time.