beautifully depressed

Raymi

I met you an hour ago on the internet. Me- at work at pool store in St. Catharine’s Ontario, right across the lake from Toronto. Who works at a pool store in the winter? My winter days have been filled with browsing the same websites when my boss and the manager aren’t in (already got a talking to for that one)

Stumbled upon your blog today by link at shedoesthecity.com. Not one to read, enjoy or even care about blogs, i wasn’t particularly impressed with any until now. Went to college last year for public relations- tried to start my own blog- failed miserably. Have never been particularly involved with the internet. the fact that trillions of websites are out there scares me. i just want one or two to enjoy everyday

Why do I care so much about your blog over the last hour? judging by how sore my eyes are- you must have done something right. your ramblings and rants are ones that i’ve had, just haven’t had the time to write them down. I try to relate to the fluffy- magazine type horoscope and letters to the editor, but it’s your blog that I’m intensely drawn to. I’ve read some reviews, and have done some google research on you, but I’d rather just read what you have to say. I’m a twenty-something, insecure, frantic and confused woman who is done school and has no clue how I’ll be spending the rest of my life hence, the pool store gig. minimal friends… out of whack relationships… problems with image/weight… etc. etc. Just started p90x as my new years rezzie… oh boy. I find comfort in knowing someone as established, beautiful and quirky as you has the same problems.

i’ll keep reading. I forsee a Saturday/Sunday marathon reading your blog from the beginning. thank you for being enticing and different … most of all honest.

give yourself some credit. you captured my heart and attention in an hour. can you walk on water to??

Still reading,