Little Things

A note on the “a letter” posts:

I’ve kept a lot of information under wraps around here for awhile, and for good reason.  People I trusted whole heartedly– read: mostly people I know in real life– are the ones who’ve had that password.  However, the situation has shifted a bit, and the only real need for secrecy anymore is that I’m SO google-able it’s terrifying.  I don’t mind sharing what I’ve got to share with the general public–read: you– but there are still a very select few pairs of eyes now who I’d still like to keep from these posts, so I’ll continue password protecting them.

Here’s where it changes, though.  If you want the password, I’ll give it to you.  If you’re just dying to know who these letters are being and have been written to, just let me know.  I’ll be glad to include you.

Just leave me a comment and make sure your email address is attached (I think I’ve made that required, though I’m not sure so just double check to make sure you do that for me) and I’ll email you with the password.  The password I give you will not work on previous “a letter” posts, including the one directly preceding this post.  However, it will be the password I use from here on out, unless I say otherwise.

For those of you who already have the password, you’re already included on the new list, obviously.  You’ll get the email when a new letter goes up.

Okay, lovelies?

Thanks for your understanding over the past few months.  Are you ready to take a dive in to the deep end of my head?

Are you listening to a single word I’ve said?*

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*Points if you know what I’m referencing here.

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Cari made me beam sunshine and rainbows tonight with this post.  I was going to write tonight about how we’d just talked for the first time in WAY TOO FREAKING LONG and how amazing it was to catch up with her and hear her stories and adventures and how she’s SO HAPPY and that makes me SO HAPPY, but then I read that amazingness and I knew there was just no way I could do better.  I love you, Cari darling, with all of my sunshine and rainbows.

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Have you subscribed to Courtney Olson Music yet?  You probably should.  I mean, that’s where all the free music went, right? And also, I tell stories about fun things like THE BLUEBIRD! and post videos! of me! playing the UKULELE! which makes me almost as cool as Julia Nunes, if you didn’t know.  No, it totally does.  Okay, maybe not.  But maybe the people at The Bluebird on Monday night would agree anyway.  I’m just sayin’.  So pop on over and add me to your google readers (or whatever it is you use… does anyone besides my mother NOT use google reader? Because who are you?).  If you do, I’ll just love you forever.

And ever. Amen.

As long as old men sit and talk about the weather.
As long as old women sit and talk about old men.

GOD. I LOVE that lyric.

This is the most random I’ve been in a long time, huh?

Okay. Back to your regularly scheduled programming.