So, do y’all remember when I told y’all about making the editors picks with the column I write on Taylors anniversary? She said some amazing shit, it had me all boohoo crying like a little bitch, y’all know I’m prone to the drama.
Well, this happened today.
I’m not gonna say I didn’t get a little misty eyed. Maybe that’s the emotional ass poet in me. Or maybe I’m still getting used to the idea that I do this for a living. Literally, it’s my job.
I don’t know how I got so lucky. But you can bet your ass I’m not questioning the Gods who govern such matters. I’ll just tappety tap this shit right on out and take it in spades.
Y’all know this is how I got in with the Good Men Project, right? Their Medium publication picked me up, and now I am a featured columnist there every week.
Not because I’m doing anything any differently, because you couldn’t clean this act up with Clorox and a fucking two-ply paper towel, but because I worked the numbers on the white board and figured there had to be at least 7, maybe 8 folk who wouldn’t be highly offended by my goddam shenanigans.
So, in case I’ve forgotten to tell y’all lately, I am madly and tee totally in love with y’all. The days I don’t feel so talented, I come here and bitch and y’all laugh at it. When I’m sad, you threaten Bozos, and when I’m afraid I might not be able to hack it, you’ve always had me.
Full on, without a doubt had me, and if I haven’t thanked you, it’s not because I didn’t mean to. It’s because I did a shit ton of oxycodone some years back, and I don’t remember shit unless I write it down. Wellllp, I can’t find my fucking notepad.
Yea. My life. Y’all know exactly how it goes. None of this should surprise you at all.
If one of you should get a promotion, I swear on God, I’m showing up in glitter with party hats. Same goes for certificate of recognitions, employment anniversaries, new hire celebrations, and any other “could be a cause for a spectacle” events.
I mean to say, I would show up and show out for you, exactly as you have done for me. This glass, it’s not a divider. It’s just so I don’t bite random passerby. Y’all remember that incident back in 2021, inoculations and shit. We don’t need a repeat.
I’ll link the new reprint, and toot my own horn, as usual. Just. Thank y’all. You give me literally everything in this life that is important to me.
-Q
I am truly happy so many things are going your way. It ain't about time, either, is it???
Well, I'm never surprised at these accolades, but I am always thrilled for you. Puffin probably is too, in her own aloof way.