There has been many 1000 times (+/- a few) that I’ve mentioned how much I love the friends I’ve found on the internets.

The drama that lives in the little box is the same drama that lives in the houses in which they live.

same same

Something different, however, is the vast variety of people I’ve found here amongst the masses of lovelies. There really truly are bunches and loads of amazing people out in the world.

I know. I’ve met them.

I call them my friends.

I’m lucky enough to say this with so much conviction and honesty: Piper of Love is one of the dearest, most beautiful people I’ve ever met.

Truly.

She’s drop-dead gorgeous. She used to be a fatty like me, but she took control, lost weight, and is now (not that she wasn’t before) one of the great beauties of the world. I do not lie.

She has two beautiful boys from a rocky past relationship, and she’s been through hell finding the right job.

She’s dated a few mens, and if I weren’t married and if she was gay, I’d woo her to be my lady.

Several months ago (I think almost a year), she met an amazing man. He woo’d her. He made her laugh. He loved her boys.

He asked her to marry him.

Doves flew!
Bells rang!
Angels cried!

Truly, the internet collectively sighed in happiness for Piper.

The date: 10.10.10

Pretty AWESOME if you ask me.

Until last week.

He broke Piper’s heart.

He broke her boys’ hearts.

He broke my heart.

He broke her friend’s hearts.

He ended their fairytale romance with one phone call.

Since that day, her friends have rallied together to create a circle of love for Piper. We’ve emailed back and forth for days (though, I kind of think Piper would want to be included, but then, how could it be a surprise?) coming up with ways we could love on her from afar.

I think we’ve done a pretty damn good job of putting out our love and support energies to her. She’ll be receiving loves in her mailbox for weeks.

I hope she can feel it.

I hope she knows she is truly loved by me, by us.
With #2000MonkeyHumps we are Picking Up Piper #PuP.

Amy – Dooblevay
Diane – Momo Fali
Heather – Soft Skies
Jenny Grace – Miss Disgrace
Melisa – Suburban Scrawl
Melissa – Rock and Drool
Mishi – Secret Agent Mama
Miss – Just One Miss
Nic – Red Lotus Mama
Rachel – A Southern Fairytale
Sarah – Sarahndipitea
Tara – If Mom Says OK
Weaselmomma – World of Weasels

Photo courtesy: the fabulous Mishi
Video courtesy: the gorgeous Rachel & all of us

Until recently, like an hour ago, I never realized how many bad dreams I have when I sleep as opposed to when I’m awake?.

Most of the dreams I remember leave me with a feeling of frustration, sadness, and the inability to get anywhere on time.

Which is monumental in my self-discovery as to why I have so much self-loathing in my brains.

OK, so yeah, I just posted the other day about The Secret and being all “be positive, y’all!” but really, there’s only so much happy happy joy joy I can put out in a day.

So when I see around the internets and in emails and in person and in my girls’ eyes, all the love that is thrust heheh… thrust at me, I know why I don’t believe it.

I pretty much am a horrible, no good, very bad person in my dreams.

Not at a killer or attack dog or Jennifer Love Hewitt or anything. Just a person who is not believed, doubted, fat ‘n ugly, left alone, late to the party, outcasked, unloved, ignored.

It’s a wonder I don’t try to off myself when I wake up every morning.

Oh, right. The high dosage of Zoloft. (Thanks, Pfizer!)

But recently, I’ve found the love the world and you people have for me. I’ve been open to accepting it and receiving it as genuine and not as a part of a pay-off my mom sent you to be my friend.

If it were to tell you I thought that more than twice in my life, would you send in the straight-jacket-wielding thugs?

I’m not looking for a love handout. I’m simply making myself realize that the love is genuine. The like is real.

As are you, I am Awesome.

I’ve been a little lackluster on the posting lately.
Don’t you hate it when people talk about not posting? I mean, just don’t post. No one really cares.

I like to only post when there’s something to post about.
Don’t you hate it when people give fake-ass excuses for not posting?

There’s no drama in my life to whine blog about.
The last time I talked about having no drama in my life, a shitstorm met me at the back door and stuck around for a year. This is me tempting that scabby diseased cheap whore, Fate.

Since it’s Wednesday, I’ll get away with posting a Wordless Wednesday.
Cause I’m lazy like that.

I found this on my car window one frosty morning last week.
Really, this is a re-creation of what I found because in my haste to get the bi-polar preschooler to school, I rubbed off the original. Still, the sentiment is what matters.

I know. Kind of makes me barf, too.
But in a good way.