if i added my tears to this cup of coffee, it may make the coffee better.

ya know… tears are magic and all.

except babies’ tears. those are not magical.

this coffee is really piss poor at best. the bagels are nice, so i remain at this coffee shop for a sesame seed treat and load it with cream cheese for extra comfort.

i need the comfort at this moment because i just read this post from one of the dudes in my life who makes me smile. like always.

do you have one of those people in your life? one that always makes you smile? like no matter what garbage is going on in your own life?

the earth could be undergoing the the facebook apocalypse and zombies who carry gerber daisies could be walking around threatening to spam you on twitter for the rest of your time on this earthling planet and you could be scared out of your gourd because ya know, what zombie carries around gerber daisies?

and then in that moment of total despair and zombie facebooking twitter craze, that dude makes you… smile.

(if you don’t have one of those people in your life, i highly suggest you find one. they make for fun blogging material and don’t mind it when you talk about how hairy they are.)

jason is my shorter, funnier, older, jewish brother from another mother. i read his post just now and totally got that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach like you get when an older sibling first leaves to go to college. except i don’t have an older sibling so i never experienced that feeling of when they first leave to go to college. except i kinda just experienced it now because i feel like i’m going to soil myself and my eyes sting a bit from the tears and there is now snot dripping into my piss poor coffee.

perhaps my coffee will taste better now…

jason assures me that all is well, better than ever in fact… he just needs to hit the do-over button.

so i’ll smile for my friend, be thankful that he is well and i know we’ll keep in touch because he likes to steal photos that i’ve taken of him off my facebook page. he also likes to secretly stalk my husband on his facebook page.

maybe he just wants to spend more time on facebook.

and maybe i’ll have go shop for a skull and crossbones bandana to wear around my head today in mourning.