Category Archives: Writing

It’s Not Goodbye. It’s See Ya Later!

A little over 3 years ago, my friend Blarney and I had this conversation:

Blarney: You’re funny. You can write and use the serial comma. And crazy stuff happens to you. You should start a blog.

Thoughtsy: What’s a blog?

Shortly after, Thoughts Appear was born.

When I met Blarney almost 5 years ago, despite her West Coastness and my East Coastness, we immediately hit it off.

Blarney: Hi! I’m Blarney. Nice to meet you!

Thoughtsy: I like you. You’re cool. I’m gonna make you my best friend!

Blarney: Uh…. Lucky for you, I like clingy.

Blarney and I discovered we had a lot in common, and we embarked on many adventures together. Some of which, I blogged about.

But in a couple days, Blarney is leaving. She’s moving back to the West Coast. And to make matters worse, my West Coast brother was home for a visit, and he leaves the day before Blarney leaves.

WHY IS EVERYONE ABANDONING ME?!

Someone needs to invent Pop-Tart-flavored ice cream ASAP. This is an emergency, people!

Favorite Comment From Last Post: “Just an observation: You can’t spell ‘Team Ddot’ without double D’s.”—Hippie Cahier


Blogs Are My Psychiatrists

When I get upset, I have trouble doing anything except fuming and then tearing up. I’m constantly telling my 5 31-year-old self, “Use your words, Thoughtsy.”

But you know what’s even better than using my words to describe how I’m feeling? Using your words.

I Like Boys Who Wear Glasses: Do you really mourn the person you lost? Or do you mourn losing the person you thought he/she was? When you look at it critically… Isn’t what you really lost your dreams, your hopes, your wishes for the future?

I left Kiefer because I lost hope. And I’d reached a point where I needed more than hope.

Simply Solo: But you ARE the one for some man out there, and the more time you waste with the guy who’s not sure, not ready to take the plunge, the more time you will spend in silent heartache. You are not an impatient woman for wanting to be married.

I want to get married. And the guy who doesn’t want to marry me? He isn’t the right guy for me.

Jules’s Guest Post: It’s not supposed to be hard. When it’s right, it’s easy.

Most of Kiefer and I’s relationship was easy, and I think that’s why it lasted so long. We hardly ever argued or had any conflict. And when we did, it was always about his commitment issues.

Cocktails at Tiffany’s Interview with Just Married Girl: “The first time someone shows you who they are, believe them.”—Maya Angelou

Izzie Darling: “If you see a red flag, don’t try to make it magenta. What you see is the way it is. Believe it and act accordingly.”—Magnolia Miller

Favorite Comment From the Last Post: “…If you run into that lady again, as soon as she leaves do that ‘crazy person’ thing where you whirl your finger around your ear and then point at her. No explanation necessary.”—So I Went Undercover


This Is Not the Post You’re Looking For

After visiting my little brother in LA, I’m flying to the East Coast, and approximately 14 hours later, I’m headed back to the West Coast for work.

Which means…my blog will suffer, but I’ve predrafted this search terms post for you to read.

You’re welcome.

The following search terms brought the boys to the yard people to my blog:

  • Cat Playing in Toilet. Yep. Got that.
  • My Butt in See-Through Panties. Ain’t got that.
  • How to Fluff Your Lovesac. Got that.
  • Pop-Tart Addicts. I can stop any time I want!
  • White Chocolate Pop-Tarts. WHERE?! I mean…that sounds racist.
  • End of World Butt. Uhhhh…no. You should probably go see a doctor.
  • What Is a Pennis? Probably the same thing as a Pianist.

Have a great week!

What’s the funniest search term that’s brought someone to your blog?


SPAM and the Russian Mafia

An oldie but a goodie….

I just saw the best Spam comment ever. I wanted to approve it (because it was hilarious), but I didn’t want anyone to accidently click on it and get a virus or something nasty.

But here’s the text, minus the links, and plus my inner monologue.

HELP! I’m currently being held prisoner by the Russian mafia.

Dude, that stinks.

And being forced to post SPAM comments on blogs!

I can’t believe they gave you access to the internet. The Russian Mafia is following my blog? Neat.

(link to Penis Enlargement)

Who knew the mafia had stock in enlargement? Is the Russian Mafia experimenting on you? Sounds like they’re treating you pretty well. Dude, you’re living the dream.

If you don’t approve this, they will kill me. (another link to Penis Enlargement)

Kill you…or enlarge your penis?

They’re coming back now.

Really? ::looking over my shoulder:: I don’t see them. Oh! They’re where you are. Maybe instead of typing that, you should have used that time to formulate an escape or attack or something.

Please send help!

Where? Russia is a pretty big place. And if those enlargement experiments work, you’ll be a god among men. Maybe stick it out a little longer.

After a good chuckle, I started to think…what if it was real? What if I contributed to a man’s death? I stood by idly and did nothing.

Oops.

Favorite Comment From Last Post: “I often snorkel in my bathtub too. Maybe one day we will swim into each other.”—Brittany


BlogHer 2012 Came and Went

BlogHer rocked. And I only went for one day. I can only imagine how much cooler it would have been if I could have stayed longer.

I met some of my favorite bloggers…and new bloggers.

Misty’s Laws, JM the Accidental Stepmom, Me, Go Jules Go

I got so much swag. For example…

Why, yes, I did receive a free Trojan vibrator at BlogHer.

I ate so much free food. And bloggers gave me presents. Presents are always welcome. Thanks, Misty and Jules!

Stache-Whisker glasses From Go Jules Go

If you’re interested in reading more about BlogHer 2012 adventures, check out these chicks who I met at BlogHer 2012:

BlogHer 2013 is in Chicago. Who’s going?

Favorite Comments From Last Post:

  • “When people ask you what happened, tell them you got into a wrestling match with a lion, and whooped it’s ass.”—Does This Make My Blog Look Fat?
  • “We rescued a teensy stray kitty this weekend… she’s only 3 or 4 weeks old and already my floor exercises offend her.”—Sugar Dish Me

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