who helps me out with keeping up with MySpace and sometimes with Blogger and sometimes just being there to say cheer the hell up, it's all going to work out, started sending me hysterical emails from the very beginning of our very professional relationship.

Like, I asked her to add this comment for new friends: "You are spectacular. Love, Mandy Stadtmiller."

And so she writes:

Okay, so you now have ten new friends, each unique in their own special way. About half of those friends know that you think they are spectacular. The other half know only that you cared enough to add them. This is in part due to issues with my computer. There were some sites (Todd Spielmacher in particular) that it kicked me out of every time I tried to add a comment to hisspace. Perhaps Todd has intimacy issues. The other problems were self created simply because before today, I was a myspace virgin. Now I am not and truth be told, I feel a little dirty, a little used up. Tomorrow however, I will know to add comments before I add new people to your sea of friends and then have to fish them out. Tomorrow, I will know to take off the quote marks before I cut and paste your comment so you don't look like you are doing a Britney Spears air quote. Luckily, I only did that once and it was on the "Sexy Kittys" site and I don't think they use good punctuation as the main qualification for whether or not you are friend material, if you know what I mean. And then there was Lester, just Lester. Lester has 4 friends. 4. And they are all women with their backs turned to the camera and their pants pulled down. I could feel him masturbating while I was in hisspace. And so Mandy, I could not bring myself to post a comment on there because I didn't want him to think that you thought there was anything the least bit spectacular about that. No ma'am. Not on my watch.

Hope your day is going well,
K

Which I shared with several friends because that's some funny shit.

But anyway, Kiki has also been sharing with me some pictures of her gorgeous family and stories about them and after the last batch, I said, you should start a blog. Check out Dooce, and then start a blog. And today she did, and boy, it made me happy. It really did.

It's Black History Month, Cracker!