Fun with the US Postal Service

[judecorp]

This afternoon, one box of Count Chocula cereal was placed lovingly into a Priority Mail box and shipped to My Evil Twin. The look on the face of the woman at the counter when I waved my box of sugary cereal and said, "I need a box to mail this, please," was absolutely priceless.

Sometimes I absolutely love being me. I am so fortunate. Earlier this morning, I was ICQing My Karate Smurf and was lamenting that I just transferred $1700 from savings to checking to pay my tuition (in case the assistantship falls through, the bill will be due). What was I thinking?!? I quickly backtracked and realized that I am completely and totally blessed that I HAVE the money to transfer and pay my tuition. Yes, I am very very fortunate.

And I have wonderful friends. I will start seeing whole big bunches of them tomorrow (TOMORROW!!), and I will be able to wrap my arms around them and smile at them and touch them and laugh with them. I can't wait. (But I am still nervous!)

My wonderful, darling friend Guy in the Jewel of Columbia bought me Sinister Minister and Bad Habit (the two new Living Dead Dolls - things I collect - that I didn't have). For no reason. Early Christmas. Just because. I am blessed, I tell you.

I have a family full of people who, while harsh sometimes, always have my back and will always take care of me. If I called my grandparents and said, "Please pay my tuition," they would. If I said, "I am moving back to Rhode Island tomorrow," they would change the sheets on the bed. If I said, "I need someone here right now," my mother would be on the next plane.

Sometimes you just need a little perspective, I guess. Sure, things may be rough, and sure, this is a very sad time. I can't even get myself to vocalize the word 'divorce' yet. These things will come in time. In the interim, and always, I have family and friends and my brain and dreams and goals and plans and crushes and living dead dolls and cats and count chocula cereal and LJ and ICQ and toys and smurfs and airplanes to the City and music and hugs and smooches and the 80s and Mr. T and everything else.

And did I mention that because I am washing all of my clothes to pack for the City, I am currently wearing a pair of jean shorts that I haven't been able to wear comfortably since I went to visit Diana, Sara and Cyn in May of 1999? Oops, I guess I just did.

ObJ: You will always be my first Ob.
ObK: And you will never be the last.
ObC: You're cute, you know.
ObM: Way to go, Child Protective Services person!
ObMeri: My Evil Twin, have a better day today.
ObFly: You too.
ObJW: *HUG*
ObJode: I love you. Forever.

Comments

[yarnaddict.livejournal.com]

Can I just say that you rock solid?

I am now singing the "Jude Rules" song and doing a Snoopy dance.

*bounce!* =)

Thank you, Good Twin! I love you! =)

*snugs*
The Evil Twin

Duuuude

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

I do the Snoopy Dance whenever I am happy.

We *are* twins! (I want to hear this "Jude Rules" song, hee hee.)

I love *you*. :) You're welcome.
The Good One.

[rizzo41.livejournal.com]

I love you, too. But I need you to explain ObJode. Err, if that's even referring to me.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

An "Ob" is something that became fashionable on some cliquey newsgroups or mailing lists. Juliann taught it to me. She was describing some goth group or some crap like that (cause she's supergoth and nutty!), and said that sometimes if someone had a big long post that had nothing to do with goth stuff, they would put an ObG: at the end (for "Obligatory Goth Message" or whatever), to keep it "on target."

I, however, use it to give little shouts out to people after I've blathered on about nothing.

(And yes, it was you, sillybear.)