Well, not quite.
Because I don’t know how many *other* people have kissed
and I didn’t want Jenny to think that I’m weird or gross
or possibly hitting on her taxidermy.
But Juanita and I did cry out to the heavens together:
LauraJane kept her distance, sensible girl:
I can’t believe I even considered skipping this
(realized I triple-booked myself for last night,
with handbalancing class, The Bloggess,
and an art show in Culver City),
And down to earth.
And willing to admit her frailties and fears.
I love her for that.
The Bloggess suffers from anxiety, depression, and RA,
among other things,
so seeing a woman who was probably in pain for the entire two and a half hours
that she talked, answered questions, signed books, and gave hugs
just be so present with grace and a ridiculously well-endowed sense of humor?
I admire Jenny Lawson more than ever.
you are my heroine.
Knock, knock, Motherfucker)