Showing posts with label one girl's quest for meaning in this parade of sorrows we call life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label one girl's quest for meaning in this parade of sorrows we call life. Show all posts
Friday, March 02, 2007
AM I A PR BEAST OR AM I JUST AWESOME?
I was devastated - truly devastated - at the lack of comments answering the question I posed at the end of my last missive. I can only assume that my asking this question was interpreted to be some sort of rhetorical device, a method of closing the entry on a positive note - perhaps even an attempt to inject some self-loving humor into what was a relatively straightfoward piece. Let me assure you - you plural - BOTH OF YOU - that that was not the case. (I hate the way "that that" looks on the page). It was instead a heartfelt search for approbation from a young woman with little self-esteem but a big talent for writing press releases. So imagine, then, that I am asking you this question as though for the first time. And please leave comments. And when reading them, I will - if I can - try to forget that (if indeed they are there at all) they resulted from a humiliating plea on my part, and think instead that they are outpourings of love from a world that loves me, and my self-esteem, and my press releases. I think I just moved myself to tears. One moment please... ok, I'm back now. I have run out of steam for this blog entry at the present time. I am going to go now. I will leave you with the thought that you should watch Thank You For Smoking, because it is quite an amusing movie.
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