— I don’t post on my blog for 2 days and I have been completely harassed by spam. I open my mailbox and feel like crying. These MOTHERF***ERS. I want them DEAD. I want those spammers DEAD. GodDAMNIT. How do they KNOW that I’m not posting on my blog? Is it like there’s some alarm bell that goes off in some spam-central-HQ: “Sheila appears to be out of town. Let’s get her.” I’m telling you, I am at my wits end. I feel violently towards them. I wish them HEARTACHE and SUFFERING, those harassers. grrrrrrr<\/p>\n
— My father’s garden is absolutely exploding with color. You stand out in the side yard and you’re amazed by its blazing vibrance. I’ll take some pictures and post them.<\/p>\n
— My high school reunion was last night. It was so incredible. I’m still processing it … I’ll post more later. But I couldn’t even get to sleep last night because I kept just thinking and remembering, and re-living little moments with this person or that person. It was a huge turnout, and … while it was a big ol’ PARTY … there was also something really moving about the whole thing. Everyone looked gorgeous, too. It was a torrential downpour last night … and a couple of us were laughing, because it was the same weather we had for our senior prom. Not a runofthemill rainshower, not a drizzle … No. A careening thunderous POUND of rain which renders every umbrella useless. Our senior prom was a madhouse – with all of us racing from our limos into the Newport mansion where we had our prom – with little attendants chasing after us with umbrellas – all to no avail. We invariably got soaked. So it was appropriate that last night it was the same way.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
— I don’t post on my blog for 2 days and I have been completely harassed by spam. I open my mailbox and feel like crying. These MOTHERF***ERS. I want them DEAD. I want those spammers DEAD. GodDAMNIT. How do … Continue reading