Come Downstairs and Say Hello
Good lord, I am in a cranky mood today, and I really have no idea why. I had a great workout yesterday, longer and a little more intense than usual, and slept like a rock last night as a result, and my hair looks fine, and I don’t feel especially fat or gross today, and I have a cool shirt on, and the weather isn’t terribly offensive, and no one’s really done anything specific to annoy me, but I’m still really grouchy. And it’s not, like, actively grouchy, to where I want to be pissy and mean to people. It’s more along the lines of eyeroll-y grouchy, where I find everything annoying, but quietly and secretly, and I want everyone to leave me alone and I want to go home and get back in bed.
I was even planning to write an uplifting and inspirational post today about this website I found that moved me, but I’m way too grumblegrumbly to even do that. Grouch grouch grouchy, even. So you’ll have to wait for another time to read that one, or maybe never, since I’m forever making promises about future posts that I never follow through on.
Oooh! I know what would be fun today. How about if every one of you reading leaves me a comment to tell me you’re here? I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, and a quick Google search tells me that a few people have gone and tried to make it an official day (DeLurking Day, or whatever), but whatever, I tend to miss official days, and I missed all of these.
I just used “whatever” twice in a sentence. That’s pretty bad. But since I’m writing more stream-of-consciously than usual (not a word, probably!), I’m going to leave it.
Anyway. I know I have a fair number of readers, because I track my stats rather obsessively, and once in a while I hear from someone who’s like, “Hey, I’ve been reading for x months but never felt comfortable or never got around to saying hello before now,” and you guys, if I’ve never said it before, I love so much that you find something in this that makes you come back. It’s one of the most flattering and affirming things ever, and I’ve always hoped that everyone reading would comment once in a while, but I understand that there are lots of reasons why you don’t.
So, here’s a chance. If you’re reading, whether you’ve commented before or not, I’d love it if you took a moment to leave a quick comment saying hi. And you can tell me one thing about yourself, anything you want, or not. My comments are set up in such a way that you don’t even have to leave any contact information if you’d prefer not to – just say hello. It would make my day.
And I hope you have a good day, too.
28 Replies to “Come Downstairs and Say Hello”
My name is Lauren. I like chocolate. I just ate a brownie with chocolate fudge icing. It was delicious.
(p.s. I’m grumbly today too – the chocolate helped though)
Hey girl! Sorry to hear you’re grouchy. I think it’s just one of those days…It’s raining here in Dallas, so yeah, I want to be at home and in bed watching TV too. :D
BTW, I loooove the new Flickr badge — I’m going to change mine to the Flash one….now. Hope the rest of your day gets better!
Hi. Your mood could be due to physiological changes detailed at http://msnbc.msn.com/id/7103668/
Which one are you? We have a clue on Rhochester…
Hello! I am reading!
Also! If you would like to continue our game of four questions (since you seem to have died in this respect), i should be able to hit up my mac email THOUGH ON THE SLY this afternoon.
Since you asked……..
My name is Kristen, I have been reading your site for well over a year, although I don’t usually comment. I currently read ALOT of blogs on a daily basis, including yours. Yours is the first weblog I have ever read! I guess you could say you got me started on my obsessive daily blog reading habit.
Well, you know I’m here.
I’m here… not queer… me and Kristi are a little grouchy and on-edge too. Like everything anyone does, may just set us off. Kristi said she’s the reason there’s a waiting period on guns :). We had an ice cream social today but the ice cream was kinda melty, but they had caramel syrup… Um i have to go… I think i’ve been HAD! IT”S THE RAPTURE!
and also… you never answered our questions about HEY DUDE!!!
THE RAPTURE is no laughing matter!
my name is rebekah. i comment on here occasionally but never introduced myself.
about me: i’m from college and next week is finals week, so i hate life right now. oh, and i’m friends with commenters lauren, mike and alberto.
Just discovered your blog, and have added it to the list i read daily. Also i’m from Australia.
Hi Lorie, I’ve been reading your site daily for over a year. I have commented one time before, I think. I am from the suburbs of Chicago. I’m about to graduate from WIU. =)
No one actually calls me Andrew.
I read this site regularly, if infrequently, and you know that.
Jeramy says hi.
(That was three things, although only two of them were specifically about me. Is that okay?)
damn it feels good to be a gangsta, feedin the poor and helping out with they bills. even though i was born in jamaica, now im in the US making deals. damn it feels good to be a gangsta, i mean one that you dont really know, riding around town in a drop-top benz something something something black 6-4 (or something) and all i gotta say to you wanna be, gonna be CENSORED pranksters, is when the shit jumps off what the fuck you gonna do? damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Hi, I’m Beth, I’m from the middle of nowhere Illinois. My shirt is bothering me, and I have a slight headache. I’m an insurance agent, probably the worst one in the world or at least in the Midwest. I have an irrational fear of monkeys and those people at Disneyland and Six Flags that are in those big character suits. I’ve been struck by lightning. I could quote some gangsta rap lyrics but it appears that’s been done. I think I found you through tommy212 on diaryland almost a year ago, but I’m forgetful so I could be wrong. So, hi!
I tend to lurk a lot, but pretty much read your diary frequently. Something about me: I am in northern Illinois, but have never felt the competition of going to high name schools. I graduated with my BS and make decent money even having only attended a public college.
I enjoy my job for the most part and the money is more like a bonus to it, but as a guy we tend to equate our jobs to our goals. So far there have been bumps in the road, but it has worked out for the most part. I am a “gamer” so my job supports that hobby quite well. Other than that I try to enjoy myself as I know I can… have a great day!
Hi Lorie. I’ve been reading for a long time now. I’m in Dallas and have a job that’s often so slow that it allows me time to work on my own new business and read blogs all day.
I’m in a pretty grumpuss mood today as well, for no real reason. Just hearing cube neighbors talk is bugging the crap out of me. Seriously, why do they need to talk?
I’ve been trying to write something funny and great here, but I’m failing miserably and that’s just making me grumpier. Just know that I love reading your blog and was thrilled the day you added a link to mine.
I use the word “just” too much.
hello from a lurker! i don’t remember what brought me here, but i stayed because i like your writing and that you’re close to your family.
You know I’m reading. I hate this damn job. That is all, carry on.
i keep coming back because you remind me of one of my good friends, dyana…rock on sista!
northern/small town illinoisans HOLLA!
no really. i grew up in a small town called marengo in northern illinois. where are ya’ll from?
My father was born in Morris. I still have (extended) family there actually.
But the town freaked me out, last time I went everyone, and I MEAN EVERYONE looked at me like “who is this Mexican?”
My first visit here.
I’m hardly ever grumpy. In fact, I’m usually relentlessly positive. Which makes everyone else grumpy. :D
My son originally wanted to grow up to be a parrot. Now he wants to be a game designer. I think he’d have more luck with the parrot route, but whatever.
FIRST OF ALL THAT FREAKIN COMMENT THING IS FREAKING ME OUT! I HAVEN’T COMMENTED IN LIKE TWO WEEKS AND IT’S ON MY NAME.
And…you know who I am. I’m your little-est sister. And I loooove you.
You know me, but I hope we’ll one day meet in person.
I may try to pull this stunt on my site in the future, although I doubt I’ll get the same response. You asked people to reveal themselves and they obliged! How did you manage that?
You’re solid gold.
Hi! Lot’s of Illinoisians here, but i’m from California. Though I have lots of reasons to be grumpy (on a brand new budget, thank you credit card debt!), but feeling pretty darn good today. It’s stopped raining, there are big puffy clouds in the (blue! not brown!) sky, it’s friday, i’m playing tennis with my boss today, driving to work instead of taking the train, oh and i’m expecting a package from my mom that contains a quilt that my great grandma made and was recently repaired/restored. So life is pretty darn good. Hope it lasts! I’ve been reading your blog for over a year now. Even though I know you hate spiders, I hope another one happens upon you because your spidey stories are so darn funny and they make me laugh. Thanks for putting yourself out there :)
Dude, you know me. I read your diary, you read mine (I think, still… haven’t noticed any commenting action lately, aHEM). I live in St. Louis, which is close to Illinois, and irght now I have insomnia. :-S
I’m a working college grad from Delaware, I bumped into your journal by mistake one day and have been visiting it whenever I can. Your periodic “happenstance’s” and “moods” remind me that we all go through some similar stuff (together) in life, and Your Wit keeps my interest, so keep up the good work.