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I think comments I leave on other people’s blogs are WAY better than anything I write on my own blog.

Seriously. I should start a blog that purely publishes comments I’ve left on others’ blogs. Or would that be narcissistic? I think it would. And of course I kid, I’d never do that. Well, unless someone paid me to do it. Then I’d totally do it.

ANYHOO. I’m sure some of you are probably thinking, “But Valerie, you comment on my blog, and your comments are yawn-inducing. In fact, I’d probably delete your boring ass comments but I wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings, or something.” But I like them. I think they’re funny. They make me giggle to myself. And isn’t that all that matters? What I think?

I guess it’s due to the fact that I have a nearly non-existent attention span, and that I’m only comically effective in short bursts? Lately I barely have the motivation to write a meaningful (ha!) or interesting post, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. I’m sure some of you were thinking last week, “A bullet post, Valerie? Seriously? Cop out!”

Lately I feel that the puppehs (the pictures! they’re coming! I promise!) and the Keith/Carrie concert (which was KICK. ASS. by the way) are the most interesting things I’ve got going for me right now, and they’re not even about me.

Patience, my dears. It’s a virtue. One in which I, unfortunately, do not possess. I do have things going on in my life. BIG things. I’m just not comfortable writing about them right now. Maybe one day, but not now. I don’t want my blog to become some place where I just come to dump all my melodramatic angst (although I don’t mind if you do it, of course, but remember it’s all about ME). I’d prefer my blog to be a happy place. Because there’s nothing like having a craptastic day in which the shit just HITS. THE. FAN. and nothing could possibly cheer you up, and then coming across a blog post that just makes you smile. And forget that you want to throttle that bitch in Accounting because really, WHERE DOES SHE COME OFF?

I guess my point is this: I’m trying not to take myself too seriously. Because when I do? That’s when I am NOT pleasant to be around. If I’m not happy, I sure as hell don’t know how to make you happy. And one of the most pleasurable things you can ever experience is to make someone else happy. And yes, I realize I just wrote a post with all sorts of italicized I’s and Me’s and point blank stated, “it’s all about ME,” but that was sarcasm. In case you didn’t catch that.

And when I get home, I am SO putting the new Flight of the Conchords album on my iPod. And I urge you to do the same. If that’s doesn’t put you in a good mood, you have no soul.