why not smile

i could really use some cheering up here gang. maybe someone to make me feel special and/or important and/or that i matter just the littlest bit.

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  1. Thomas 31.Aug.04 at 12:51 pm

    You’ve made me learn to appreciate the ‘Mats, short stories, and people who live in MN.

  2. YoRyz 31.Aug.04 at 1:47 pm

    You matter enough for me to continually follow your daily life for over 5 years. This is in spite of the fact that we’ve never met and only chatted or e-mailed on a few occasions.

    I always check in 2-3 times per week to check and see what’s up in the Jodi’s world.

  3. Barry Manilow 31.Aug.04 at 2:06 pm

    You type pretty…
    Oh, so pretty…
    You type pretty, and witty…
    each day!
    So it’s a pity…
    That you feel shitty…
    And I hope that feeling
    soon goes away!!!

  4. Wendy 31.Aug.04 at 3:27 pm

    jodi, jodi, jodi.

    ‘member back in the day when i was all nervous about being a sportswriter? if it wouldn’t have been you having experience in newspaper and telling me i could do it, i never would have tried it. and that’s one of the best things i’ve ever done in my life!

  5. Cbo 31.Aug.04 at 4:12 pm

    Jodi – I have spent countless hours at work soaking in your tremendous wisdom since I found your iwilldare site a few weekd ago (and reading everything you’ve probably ever posted anywhere, ever). You are fantabulous, and what ever made you sad sucks giant donkey balls.

    How smart are you?

    Very smart (thinly veiled reference which will hopefully put a smile on someone’s face)

  6. dietcokegurl 31.Aug.04 at 5:06 pm

    Sounds like someone needs a giant, self-indugling, check book breaking trip to the bookstore!!!

  7. Robin 01.Sep.04 at 9:31 am

    Well she’s kind of like an artist
    Sittin’ on the floor
    Never finishes, she abandons
    Never shows a soul

    And she’s kind of like a movie
    Everyone rushes to see
    And no one understands it
    Sittin’ in their seats

    She opens her mouth to speak and
    What comes out’s a mystery
    Thought about, not understood
    She’s achin’ to be

    Well she dances alone in nightclubs
    Every other day of the week
    People look right through her
    Baby doll, check your cheek

    And she’s kind of like a poet
    Who finds it hard to speak
    Poems come so slowly
    Like the colors down a sheet

    She opens her mouth to speak and
    What comes out’s a mystery
    Thought about, not understood
    She’s achin’ to be

    I’ve been achin’ for a while now, friend
    I’ve been achin’ hard for years

    Well she’s kind of like an artist
    Who uses paints no more
    You never show me what you’re doing
    Never show a soul

    Well, I saw one of your pictures
    There was nothin’ that I could see
    If no one’s on your canvas
    Well, I’m achin’ to be

    She closes her mouth to speak and
    Closes her eyes to see
    Thought about an’ only loved
    She’s achin’ to be
    Just like me

    -St. Paul

  8. jodi 01.Sep.04 at 9:57 pm

    thank you all. you make my shriveled chicken mcnugget heart burst with joy.