First of all, I just went to the bathroom and noticed my hair. I look like I just rolled out of bed. What is wrong with me?
Second of all, Okay, second of all I need a favor. I hate asking for things, as you well know, but here I am. As some of you may have noticed I put some ads on iwilldare.com. Surprisingly there has been no snarky commentary. Perhaps none of you even notice that there’s stuff on the site outside this little area you’re reading right here.
So anyway, the Largehearted Boy invited me to join BlogAds which is better than Google AdWords. I’m all for it, only when I started setting up the BlogAds thing, there was a space for testimonials and I have no testimonials.
So I need some, and that’s what I’m asking you for. You people who come here everyday. Why? Just a few sentences. You can leave a comment or just e-mail me at jodi@iwilldare.com. Or you can tell me to kindly fuck the fuck off you greedy, money-grubbing hack whore.
And if I suddenly make a bajillion dollars and can buy a new house with sweet hardwood floors I will totally call it The Supergenius Home for Wayward Readers and you can come crash anytime you like. Honest. I’ll even let you touch my books, but you can’t borrow them, because I am weird like that.
I come around for stuff like the Prince dream…& I’m smitten with the red headed girl in the picture.
Dude, I am totally a boring brunette now. At least for a few more months.
I have never been able to keep up with a blog, either writing one or reading one; yours is the exception.
My favorite entries are the ones where you write about writing. I’m a writer and teacher, and to be honest, even when reading for pleasure, I’m very selective about what I read. I have, like, 5 things bookmarked…you, the NY Times, the Sox, and 2 advice columns.
You have talent. If you were my student, I would tell you to take a chance, send stuff out, save up and take time off and write if at all financially possible. Maybe this whole ad thing is a start on the way to full-time writing. I hope so.
If you’d said “I’ll even let you touch my boobs”, sure. Books, not so much.
I came for the free cheesy nachos and diet coke with lime and stayed for the wit, the charm and the warmth. I love that you say what you want even when it is potentially embarassing or taboo – things I would not dare do. I enjoy your stories, your sense of humor and your ability to paint a picture in just a few words. That is exactly what a good writer does in my mind. Most of all I love that you affect me – I never know if I will laugh hysterically, be shocked or moved to near tears with touching stories of your family. Often it is all in one sitting. This is one of first sites I come to each morning and I look forward to seeing what you will share next each time I check the site.
I don’t remember how I found your site, but I stay because you’re funny and honest and I tune in every day to see what new adventures you’ve encountered — and to see what your coworkers cooked in the toaster oven!
If I’d got nothing more from my classes at the Loft than meeting you and your blog, it would be enough.
I came here because I figured anyone who had Schrodinger’s Cat available on BookMooch was probably kind of interesting.
I keep coming back because I was right – you’re definitely interesting and write incredibly well, though you’re into a bunch of bands I just pretend I’ve heard of so you and your friends don’t mock me.
i come for The Vodo and stay for the Bitches.