The other night, some lucky soul was wise enough to come to me with questions about love.
Well, they didn’t exactly come to me as much as find my blog archives through a google search.
They searched for:
“Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.”
I have no idea which of my 330+ posts that lead them to — and I think it’s a Chekhov quote — but, I hope that they found what they were looking for.
It made me feel good.
Which isn’t exactly the same feeling I got the other day when someone found my blog by searching for, “she makes me cover my face with a pillow when she does oral, but i know her mother is there.”
I’m not kidding.
And I’m reasonably sure that is not a Chekhov quote.
Back to love…
I love like a laser. Very focused and with great heat and intensity.
(You like that? I totally just made it up!)
(Unless I read it someplace and yoinked it.)
So, I can understand why someone would come to me (or my blog) for guidance.
And I’d like to talk about love again today.
But, not the love between humans. That love is frail. It ends. It gets all judgmental and asks, “You want me to wear THAT and beat you with a WHAT??”
Who needs that? Am I right?
Today I want to talk about my love for Lids.com
So. Many. Baseball caps.
I don’t even know what to do with it.
I love the site so much.
I even get a bit shy when I go to it. My ears get a little pink at the top. I stare down at my toe making little circles in the dirt.
Then I realize that I should vacuum under my computer desk more often.
I need a new hat. And I narrowed down my four favourites to these:
Still, I thought I would ask more of you. (Because I couldn’t think of a single other thing to blog about.)
After all, one of you fine folks found my site by googling “there’s a dead hooker in the bathroom” this morning.
This sounds exactly like the kind of person that would have an opinion I could rely on.