4 posts tagged “thank you”
Here are some of the things people sent me for my birthday:
If you want a copy of the song (because let's face it-- that's the fucking jam), email me at mollsshewrote@gmail.com and I'll send you a copy.
... to make me a present for my 24th birthday.
Last week I asked people to photoshop or paint me a picture, write me a haiku, make me a video, ANYTHING I can post on my blog for my birthday. You have until Thursday!
Don't forget to email them to your favorite Molls:
mollsshewrote@gmail.com
It's Thanksgiving! Here's the necessary list of things/people/places I want to show thanks to today:
1) The City of Los Angeles- This city is the fucking worst, but it's also my home and I've learned more about myself and the world in the last year than I probably would anywhere else. Also, it's pretty much always sunny. Can't hate on that.
2) Bootie LA - Bootie's brought me endless joy this year-- between the music, the parties, the free playlists... It's all a music junkie like me needs to feel slightly less alone.
3) Gawker Media - I perhaps value my daily dose of workahol more than anyone should, but I have to say that I couldn't be more proud to be working for this company, specifically Defamer. I don't think I ever dreamed that I'd be working for people that I truly admire so much, but now that I have, I don't see how it could be any other way. I am proud to be your Sensitive Video Flower. Thankful specifically for Blakeley too, who's perverted antics earned him a mention in today's Page Six.
4) The staff of ThisJustIn - I'm not sure if anyone there truly has any idea how much they touched me over the six months or so I was there, but every single person there left their impression on me, and I think about all of them every single day. Except Jeff Rosenthal. Him I think about once a week (JUST KIDDING, SPORT!).
5) UCB Theater - For introducing me to countless hilarious people that inspire me every single day.
6) English Muffins - Without you, I would still be a skinny bitch. Thanks for putting me in my place.
7) Hello...Shovelhead! - I don't think any single experience has changed my life more than Shovelhead. I love love love my Shovelhead famalam for ever. Thanks for always reminding me who I've been, who I am and who I am going to be. I have loved growing up with you more than anything. Remember: There are no babies if you use the right hole.
8) Men - I love you all.
9) Jezebel, Dooce, Going, PostSecret and all the other sites that keep my RSS feed poppin' - Thanks for keeping me in the know. Knowledge is power.
10) My loving, understanding, AMAZING family - I don't think I learned how to appreciate any of them until I moved three thousand miles away, but I realize now that I've have been dealt a pretty good hand with these people. I don't know anyone who's family is more supportive or excited for someone to succeed than my family.
11) Lil Mama - Way to bring a powerful message to the forefront, little lady. No one has ever put my feelings for make-up into words before you. Thanks for showing us how to use nice things with nice flavors. (The song's totally about blow jobs, huh?)
13) My Husband - Without Edward Marchelene Hansen my life would cease to exist as it does. Thinking about how much fun we've had together this year and how truly lucky I am to have you in my life is completely overwhelming. I've survived in this city because of you, LaThomas. (I love you enough to post what is a rather Downs-y picture of me and purty sexual one of you)
14) All you people who read this crap that I write - Thanks for the Vox accounts, the emails, the comments. Thanks for not turning on me when I'm not the best at returning these gestures. You guys let me make up words, use cliches until the breakabreakadawn, laugh in the face of grammar and spelling every single day. Thanks for entertaining the idea that I'm somewhat interesting and that I might have something profound to say one of these days. I have to admit, I'm shocked you keep coming back for more. It makes me wonder from time to time if you all hate yourselves as much as I hate myself, and then it starts to make a little bit of sense... but for realsies, you're awesome.
15) Paul J. Wagandstuff - The single greatest source of joy in my universe. There are no words, just bacon flavored things and snuggles.
Blakeley, my crazy boss who has recently gained a small amount of internet fame for his random acts of douchiness, set me up with SiteMeter to monitor my traffic.
I tend to think that most information of this nature is more harmful than helpful, as I have been confronted by the fact that I know for sure some people are reading this site that I don't want being interested in me or anything I do. Not my family or anything, more like creepy stalker-types who should have fucked off and died a long time ago.
I don't particularly care enough to stop writing or to make this blog private, but if you think you might be one of these people, please know that I mean that whole "fuck off and die" thing from the bottom of my curly-haired heart. Seriously, you should try it. P.S. For real. You're torturing yourself by reading this crap that I write. Find a hobby (may I suggest collecting doll house furniture?) or go read a book. Just stop paying attention to anything I do because it's all kinds of weird. Thank you.
What's interesting about this whole SiteMeter thing, beside the fact that it's reminded me how many losers I know, is that I've learned I have a great deal of readers from Europe and Asia. Do you know how exciting it is to check your stats and see that the last person who logged on to my page was from Malaysia or Glasgow? I knew about the flood of Australians who managed to find me, but the rest of you was a lovely surprise.
It kind of makes me feel like Ludacris. Pimpin' ALL over the world, you know?
P.S. Someone from Surrey has been reading my blog. Here's the thing about Surrey-- You know how it kind of sounds like Suri, as in Suri Cruise? Well, it's been speculated that Suri was named after the city of Surrey where the Scientologists have their European headquarters. Look: If I'm going to die at the hands of the Scientologists, I'm OK with that, I just would appreciate it if you could let me know beforehand so I can place my dog with someone and clean my apartment so my family doesn't have a lot of work to do when they are cleaning it out after the funeral.
[UPDATE] P.P.S. I should point out that if you have to ask me if I hate you, then I definitely don't hate you. Anyone who I was referring to shit themselves immediately after reading this post and promptly died. Also, sorry to be so hateful the night before Thanksgiving, but cowards get called out any day of the year 'round these parts.
