Last night I had a dream that I finally FINALLY met Conan O’Brien. I got to give him a HUGE hug and tell him what a longtime fan I was, and we took photos where it started as a one-arm side-hug, and then I was like “Oh what the hell” and moved my other arm up to complete the hug circle. Sort of like this sloth clutching a tree, but less cute.
It was amazing.
And then I woke up and realized that it was just a dream - my longtime wish did not come true, and my day became a deep dark abyss of heartbreak and despair. Why must you play such cruel tricks on me, brain.
Looked up a cute comedian and found out he’s 27 - Oh he’s so young!
Realized I’m only 2 years younger with way less accomplished - OH GAWD I’M FUCKING OLD
I got an email from YW the other day, asking me how to find her old Xanga. Then I found out that Xanga had a whole “Xanga 2.0!” overhaul where they archived your posts only if you had logged in within the past 5 years. YW’s last post was, sadly, in 2008. SO CLOSE!
In loving memory of her short-lived hilarious xanga, here are some excerpts saved from my last visit back in 2010.
"wow……obviously NO ONe reads my xanga…how sad…wasn’t really
expected anyone too though but the first two entries i was having so
much SUCCESS with my comments….damn ….jk……well will write latah
"and this thanksgiving kinda was not that great. there was so much food
and everything, everyone..etc etc…that was awesome…..but it was so
sad cuz i was so weak sauce this thanksgiving. I couldn’t even finish my
second plate…i mean WUT THE HELL?”
"I’m bringing Xanga back - drop a comment if you’re with me!" - Feb 28, 2008. RIP.