whoa!

somebodeeeeeeee linked to meeeeeeeee...

what the heck.

this is a new phenomenon.

d-dub, puffintoad: y'all tole me i done been sayin' some right interstin' thangs. but see, you guys love me, or at least you think you do. you know me, that's enough i guess. but this?

how do i explain this?

it's like freshman year in college when i was sitting somewhere near that one guy that erin y. knew, and someone (was it he? no, i think it was the girl on the other side) picked up that piece of paper from the floor and put it on my desk and i glanced at it and it had numbers on it and i didn't think much more of it and i said, nono, that's not mine, and gave it back or put it back on the floor or something bizarre i'm sure and then i realized THAT WAS A NOTE! (what are we in middle school? do you like me? check yes or no) and it was in guy writing and the numbers (since this was an intro to logic class) were a phone number. question mark. (red flannel, black hair, glasses.) i froze because, well, that's camobunny instinct for you, but also simply because i was experiencing pure confusion.

pure confusion. uh okay wrong!, it's not like that then. but it's that same jittery jumpy thing i had. stemming from lack of understanding, or at least, being so close to understanding but still not understanding that it makes me feel anxious and stupid and maybe happy despite that. or at least entertained.

yeah, that's it. what i just said.

dude; dude don't know me no how. don't know how i got it goin' on, up to he-ah! how i be the real thizzang, ba-bee!

very few of you know whether or not i am pretty, or smart, or kind, or talented, or fun. all that's out there is that all of which i have let hang out (!?!), which has only recently been tainted by my cognizance of my own blog audience. (hence upcoming apologies and, most likely, reservations. too bad, so sad.) it really has been just about everything, and nothing but that; none of the other stuff.

this contradicts the idea that i've succumbed to a resignation to, then acceptance of, then pleasure in underrecognition. ohhhhhh no. i am way too conceited— fo' sho'! i'm diggin' it.

ahem. no i am not intoxicated. i haven't even taken my allergy medicine tonight.

perhaps the word i seek: flattered.

don't you just love finding le mot juste?

oh wow. i let you see the path i have to take to get there sometimes.

um, hee hee.