"And the way we flock to your side when word is out that you are about should give you some indication of how very ready the world is for more from you. So take good care of yourself, get lots of sleep, eat your vitamins, hit the gym, and write your darling ass off, would you?"

Can I echo these amazingly truthful sentiments? …SECONDED!

Cute. Very Cute.  Oh wait, I mean…

…

"I wonder if Twitter is for narcissists who actually think everyone cares about every dull moment of their life."

 Yes, Amanda….yes. LOL

All I know is the time here on my WOW posts is an hour ahead of me. Eastern, and I’m Central. Not too bad - I’ve posted on forums where my posts were like 9 hours into the future, somehow! lol

If you love talk so much, hit me up on some instant messengers! AIM: afridyte13, Yahoo: angrytears2000 (SUCH an emo-sounding name but I swear it’s not what it sounds like). I prefer Yahoo messenger because AIM is notoriously bloated with ad/spyware. I’d give you my email but You-Know-Who is probably still lurking around and he was stalking/harassing me AND my girlfriend via MySpace at one point. So I’m afraid to post any potentially abusable information on this site now - ugh!

AMEN, Maurine!!!

People try too obnoxiously hard to fill silence. What’s wrong with silence, anyway? I quite enjoy it. 

You don’t realize what a HUGE relief it is to read that! Seriously. I was sooo stupid that night when I met Lily. Like dumbstruck, literally. I had awakened with a 102-degree fever earlier that morning, but I couldn’t just NOT drive down to the show. I had been looking forward to it since LAST SUMMER, and my two best friends had taken off vacation days for that trip, and the tickets to the show were outrageously expensive (though WELL worth it, I discovered) and nonrefundable, etc. So I took as many drugs with me as I could find to treat the symptoms of whatever bastard virus I had contracted…was essentially sucking on a Nyquil bottle and trying not to faint from malnutrition throughout most of the trip.

ANYWAY, the show was superb (converted my friends into huge fans) but by the time I got to Lily afterward, my mind was blank. Totally, undeniably blank. Before, I had all of these amazing things I wanted to tell her. I had originally planned on writing a letter to BOTH of you to give to her. Then I thought that was kind of a cop-out, plus I didn’t want to subject ANYONE to my sloppy handwriting. "I can just tell her everything I have to say when I meet her," I thought.

…Little did I know I was going to be sick out of my skull! By the time she approached me, I was wicked loopy and drowsy and everything else that would probably appear CREEPY to anyone, let alone a celebrity. I said very little words. I, like, HANDED her my book ("The Search"…which I hope to also get signed by YOU one day!) without even SAYING anything at first. It was all so…wrong. Eventually she recognized me and my friends SWEAR it looked like she tried to reach in to hug me, but I just…stood there, all stupid and drugged up and unresponsive (I’m not a very affectionate person at ALL). 

I don’t even remember the details beyond that. Just that Lily is a very gracious, generous person…especially to her fans. And she’s very stunning. My friends were like "HOW does she STILL look 40?!" (Oh yes, the next morning they were both calling their friends and family bragging about meeting Lily Tomlin who is "the NICEST woman on EARTH!")…and since you mentioned it, I DO recall her being so shocked at how "young" I was - LOL!

I’ve been wanting to post on Lily’s guestbook and write an apologetic explanation since the day after the show, but never got the nerve to because I just assumed she would have forgotten by now (it really wouldn’t shock me if it was a truly forgettable moment - I was a total basket case)…so I flaked on that, as well.

I mean, I didn’t even get to congratulate her on a show well done; that’s my biggest regret. I felt like I appeared to be some kind of clueless autograph seeker or something.

…So THANK YOU for telling me that. It really, REALLY made my day/week/MONTH. Bless you, Jane. *huge sigh of relief*

I never had any desire to Twitter ("tweet"?) - never even surfed to the homepage - yet I must have heard the word Twitter AT LEAST 20851967 times in the past month alone!

It’s enough trying to keep up with my MySpace (where I do most of my networking/blogging/socializing - supporting my favorite musicians is NUMERO UNO), then there is Facebook where I keep in touch with old acquaintances (whom I do NOT want on my MySpace), AND my LiveJournal in which I do most of my more theraputic writing. And then, of course, there is now WOW…although lately I seem to only post when Jane/Edith/Lily (aka "Waglin") post… To add TWITTER to all of this would just…well, I’d NEVER be able to hold down a full-time job!