One of my Real Life Friends (as opposed to my friends hat only live inside the computer) runs a blog called Journey to Blissville and goes by the name of Tex. Cause… she lives in Texas. Clever, huh. We do so love Tex and her penchant for foods I cannot pronounce, her happy-go-lucky-and-excited-about-every-damn-thing nature… even if she s annoyingly cheerful.  Tex created the phrases I repeat often, like “Damn Hondurans” (she’s Honduran, that’s not random), “living in Dick Cheney’s America” (it’s hard, according to Tex), and “Al Gore’s Internets” (which isn’t new but I didn’t start saying it till she did). Tex is one of the three bandits… KFlo and Tex and I run Houston ragged.  I hear you laughing, blog. We went to a strip club once. It sucked, but we went.

AN-T-WAY. This blog isn’t even about Tex. It’s about her blogroll. She’s such a vibrant person that any friend (or blog)  of  Tex is a friend (or blog) I want to meet (or read). I sauntered down her blogroll one day and came to a GREAT blog called He Loves Me Not, the story of Sarah and her journey from broken and broken hearted to a major personal success story.

I’d been reading bits and pieces, here and there as new posts came up in my Google Reader, but I became more and more confused because I didn’t know the history behind some of the current posts. So this weekend, I took it alllllllllllll the way back. To 2005.  And oh.

I felt creepy, really creepy but it was there, all out in the open. It was like reading a book, the story of her life. So many things that Sarah had to say about life and love and men and people, I felt the same! I wanted the same things! I felt the same way! I had the same fears and haven’t had nearly the relationship troubles that she’s gone through.

I often feel really really alone. I know that I’m not, but sometimes I’m really self centered and I really think that I am the only one that feels what I feel and knows what  go through. It’s such a quiet, lonely place to be and sometimes I just need to know that other people have felt the same way.  That in some parts and pieces of my life, I am actually normal. Imagine that. Me? NORMAL! WOO!

So, I wanted to post a thank you. Not sure if she’ll ever see it but I’m linking the hell out of this post, and I know she’s up on looking up stats and stuff, so I’ll just wave ‘hi’ and keep pushing. And thank her for opening up at least part of her life, even if the blog was more therepeutic than rambling entertainment.  I don’t doubt that it has helped more people than you realize. You should be VERY proud of yourself. You’ve come a long, long way.

That’s it.

We’re revamping our website at work and our web guru dude insists on writing. He can’t write. But it’s easier to edit than to make it up, so in some ways I’m grateful. Anyway, I have a lot of writing to do, so I’m off!

Have a super day!

Curvy Jones