All the puppies.

This past Wednesday I was feeling really down for no particular reason at all. It had just been a weird couple of days, I guess, and the weather was crummy, and I don't know, I was just not doing so well. And then I logged onto twitter and I saw a picture of a random stranger who looked too similar to my friend who died almost a year ago, and that's when I just lost it. This upcoming Wednesday would have been the 26th birthday of that friend of mine who lost a battle with depression last March. So, understandably, I wasn't having the best of days. After all, birthdays are a reason so celebrate another year of a life well lived. He didn't get that year.

I knew that the first year would be the hardest, and I was as ready for that as I could be. I was preparing myself for the one year mark.

For some reason, I forgot to prepare myself for his birthday.

So, Boyfriend set me up on the couch with a West Wing marathon while he went to the grocery store to pick up dinner, which is incredibly nice of him because I tend to get really bad anxiety inside of grocery stores and my pants have a tendency to fall off outside of them.

And that's when I took to Twitter.

And then something miraculous happened:

I was flooded with pictures and gifs of puppies. I got puppies via text, via DMs, via emails. There were puppies everywhere. And suddenly I was crying and laughing all at once and everything was terrible and wonderful.

So, this is really just a blog post to thank you all for all the puppies. And to tell you that I love you all so much. Really. FullSizeRender IMG_3405

You're all so wonderful.

We're Always Ready for a Good Time. Obviously.

A conversation I had with John Hamm the other day via text. I think It's important to note the time of day. It wasn't even noon yet.  JH: Two things: One, check Twitter. Two: You're welcome.

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Me: One: I just saw it. Two: Thank you. Three: Come to the book shop. We have a really awesome graphic novelist here at 1:00.

JH: Hmmm... maybe. I have yet to change out of my yoga pants and go buy Citron Vodka.

JH: And shower. That too.

Me: Okay. He's here until 3.

JH: Okay. I love that "buy vodka" is at the top of my to-do list and this is a normal conversation for us.

Me: ...Is that not normal for other people?

JH: If it's wrong, I don't want to be right.

I Am So Psychic, Which Means My Awesome Factor Just Increased By Like... A Ka-jillion.

So, every Tuesday, Kelloggs, John Hamm, and I meet up for Tacos at this Mexican restaurant in Suburbia. They have this deal known as Taco Tuesday, where you can order $1 Tacos, which are actually pretty delicious. Since Kelloggs is a giant flake, he decided he wasn't going to show up last night, but instead go home and take care of his flu-ridden mother.

What a jerk.

Anyway, this is the conversation we had this morning:

Kelloggs: Sorry I missed all the fun last night.

Me: Haha, you didn't really. We just drank beer and ate tacos. And we tweeted a lot...

Kelloggs: Wow, I can't believe I missed you guys playing with your phones all night. I sure won't want to miss that next week.

Me: THEY WERE FUNNY AND CLEVER TWEETS, OKAY?!? Plus, we wouldn't have had to do that if you had shown up!

Kelloggs: I thought you guys were friends with each other and could carry on a conversation without me!

Me: Yeah... we were... with Twitter...

Kelloggs: Classic. Sorry again that I couldn't make it, but my mom is feeling a lot better this morning, so all is well.

Me: Good! You're a good son. Some lady will be lucky to have you.

Kelloggs: You'd think so.

Me: You're right. I know you too well to really think that.

Kelloggs: Haha I HATE YOU.

Me: If by "hate" you mean "love", I KNOW!

Kelloggs: You DO know me too well.

Me: Yeah. Are you scared? I'd be scared.

Kelloggs: GET OUT OF MY HEAD.