We’ve already established that I’m a giver.
When trollers and skeeves send rude, poorly-written emails, I do them the favor of correcting their grammar. It’s a service I’m proud to provide.
When my friends need something, I’m there for them.
One of the best people I’ve ever known (and will continue to know, especially after this gift) through the magical internet is Momo Fali. Though that’s not her God-given name, it’s how she’s known by me and the collective. Or if your name is Ree, you know her by your given name for her: Meemo Ferly, Mommo Farts, Merlin Ferlin, etc.
Momo is crazy Awesome.
In the words of the great wordsmith, Amy Turn Sharp,
I need your light. You produce a ton. Shine it. xo
Momo has that light from which I feed.
OK, not literally feed from her light like a suckling pig from a teat, but Momo’s infectious goodness permeates.
OK OK, now it sounds like she has some kind of unpronounceable skin disease, of which I can neither confirm nor deny.
My point: Momo, or Diane as very few people know her, is one of my most favorite people ever.
Momo is going through a crappy time, and through that crappy time, she’s finding the light. In her words, the light on which she is focusing through this crappy time:
I (wish) was in Fiji with a raft and a fancy drink and I would see my muse walking toward me on the beach with a Macbook in hand.
I can’t yet fund a trip to Fiji for you, complete with a (what I would consider a fine-looking man meat) muse.
But I do have time to search for photos of an equivalent substitute.
Momo, this is what I do for you:
You, friend, are welcome.
I love you dearly, and most especially Woundy, your arrow-fight battle scar.
image credit Vanessa Lua