dear god.
it is the single most fastest spreading website in the world. Not really at all, but somehow I ended up there, and I just wanted to talk about that.
I love my space.
But I'm not going to be very good at answering the emails that go there. I've accepted that about my self, and now it's your turn. I'm so so so so sorry if you have been a writer of an email to myspace and haven't received any correspondence. Any one who knows me knows that I was blessed with the ability to parallel park as a trade off for the ability to return phone calls or emails. (It made so much more sense to get paralleling skill, since I live in a city and all.)
But I want you to know that I'm sorry. A better way to get in touch with me is through carrier pidgeon, but they are relatively hard to find these days. There's a guy in Culver City that has a couple but I think he lost one of them during the 4th of July fireworks show and the other has kind of been in a deep depression ever since it happened. Don't bring it up if you talk to him, cause he tears up and it's kind of heart wrenching.
Why don't you just email me through the website at sara@sarabmusic.com.
Even if it takes me a long time to respond, (not from volume of emails, but from sheer lack of correspondence ability. Again, not my fault... I'll park you under the table ) I really do try to write everybody back.
I must say, I have received some really amazing emails and encouragement. I am so lucky and blessed to have so many wonderful supportive people touch my life. Aaah, Warm and fuzzy feeling...... Oh, I'm drinking red wine. I always get love, and wine mixed up.
So, quick anecdote.
I work at a little restaurant and serve omelets and soup and bagels and lattes to people. We have a delicious assortment of customers that come in, and make some of my days a sheer living hell, and others bright and cheery.
One day a woman comes in and orders some food. I serve her with love in my heart and a smile on my face.
She asks me....
"May I have a napkin to go?"
I say.
"Sure."
And I put a napkin in a little Styrofoam box and a plastic bag with some silverware and a mint and handed it to her.
And she looked up at me with horror on her face for a moment, and then a broad smile crept across her mouth and we both laughed and laughed and held each other until the sun set.
that last part isn't true, but she did ask for a napkin "to go" and I gave her one. Sometimes I embellish. So sue me. OR sue Robert Mondavi for making a great Shiraz.
I love you to go.
s
it is the single most fastest spreading website in the world. Not really at all, but somehow I ended up there, and I just wanted to talk about that.
I love my space.
But I'm not going to be very good at answering the emails that go there. I've accepted that about my self, and now it's your turn. I'm so so so so sorry if you have been a writer of an email to myspace and haven't received any correspondence. Any one who knows me knows that I was blessed with the ability to parallel park as a trade off for the ability to return phone calls or emails. (It made so much more sense to get paralleling skill, since I live in a city and all.)
But I want you to know that I'm sorry. A better way to get in touch with me is through carrier pidgeon, but they are relatively hard to find these days. There's a guy in Culver City that has a couple but I think he lost one of them during the 4th of July fireworks show and the other has kind of been in a deep depression ever since it happened. Don't bring it up if you talk to him, cause he tears up and it's kind of heart wrenching.
Why don't you just email me through the website at sara@sarabmusic.com.
Even if it takes me a long time to respond, (not from volume of emails, but from sheer lack of correspondence ability. Again, not my fault... I'll park you under the table ) I really do try to write everybody back.
I must say, I have received some really amazing emails and encouragement. I am so lucky and blessed to have so many wonderful supportive people touch my life. Aaah, Warm and fuzzy feeling...... Oh, I'm drinking red wine. I always get love, and wine mixed up.
So, quick anecdote.
I work at a little restaurant and serve omelets and soup and bagels and lattes to people. We have a delicious assortment of customers that come in, and make some of my days a sheer living hell, and others bright and cheery.
One day a woman comes in and orders some food. I serve her with love in my heart and a smile on my face.
She asks me....
"May I have a napkin to go?"
I say.
"Sure."
And I put a napkin in a little Styrofoam box and a plastic bag with some silverware and a mint and handed it to her.
And she looked up at me with horror on her face for a moment, and then a broad smile crept across her mouth and we both laughed and laughed and held each other until the sun set.
that last part isn't true, but she did ask for a napkin "to go" and I gave her one. Sometimes I embellish. So sue me. OR sue Robert Mondavi for making a great Shiraz.
I love you to go.
s
posted by Sara Bareilles at 9:42 PM 
Your anecdote was... strangely warming yet real... or, maybe it was just strange; but it was a fun read nonetheless! "More," I say!
mmMm Mondavi DOES have a very good Shiraz.
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