Mr. Darcy

March 4th, 2008

I was going to write something very astute and erudite today like I usually do, but I found myself hesitating. Unable to go on… There was a wall… A stone wall in my way… Blocking my path… I couldn’t seem to get past it.

Finally I realized that “the wall” was really fear. A deep seeded, stomach searing fear that I had not fulfilled my obligation to my readers. I had not taken my responsibility as a blogger seriously and as a result, I had basically left you limping along somewhere on a street in Kajurkistan with a torn robe, shredded sandals and only a few shekels in your pocket to buy cheap chotchkes at the local market stall.

I don’t even begin to know how to apologize for my inadequacies. But I hope you will give me another chance. A second chance… to give you enough information to be truly informed, so that you can live a fuller life and make better decisions.

So let’s attack this subject again shall we?

And this time – let’s get it right.

Let’s cover this subject completely…

(It’s coffee by the way)


Let’s examine every angle…
Let’s allow ourselves to marinate.


Perhaps…we should sleep on it???


So there won’t be any holes.

Gaps…


Let’s give it our all.


Go the distance.

Yes… I am starting to feel better.


But there is still much more work to do…


Much…


More…


Work…


But I will do it!


I have to do EVERYTHING!


The burden!!!


The overwhelming, cumbersome, weighty, staggering,


heavy, tedious, crushing…


BURDEN!!!

Peace out.

Rechelle

Comments

  • Maria:

    Interestingly, I’m reading this right before bed time. Sweet dreams, indeed. Coffee, eh? I’ll never look at coffee the same. Do you think he felt dumb doing those pictures w/coffee pouring on him?Yah, who cares, right? And I LOVE the scruffier stubblized Colin. Distinctly robust with a woodsy blend.P.S. LOVE the Britney Banner. Too, too perfect.

  • Rocks In My Dryer:

    Oh, Mr. Darcy. Mr. Darcy, Mr. Darcy, Mr. Darcy, how you haunt me.

  • Donna Boucher:

    You are a kook.

  • cndymkr / jean:

    I’m not sure what to say. I guess I’ll wait till morning and see what the new post is all about. Good night Mr. Darcy.

  • Crunchy Chicken:

    Ok, crazy lady, I think I’ll be needing to send you some literature about attending CFAA. And I certainly won’t be giving you his email address.

  • Crunchy Chicken:

    Oh, by the way, you missed your opportunity to win a date with Colin Firth. Of course, it would have set you back $10k and you would be sad to see that you were outbid by a guy, but oh well. It was for a good cause.You can at least visit his eco-store the next time you’re in the UK.

  • Jenni:

    That made my morning coffee soooo much tastier. Although I have to say that in the looks department Colin is just handsome–not hot, not sexy, not yummy, not Johnny. I think it’s his personality or the characters he plays that elevate him beyond merely handsome. It certainly isn’t the characters for Johnny Depp. Well, except for in Chocolat. I wouldn’t trade my honey in for either of them though. Or both of them, Lord help me.Your header made me laugh out loud this morning. That’s how I’ll picture you from now on, undercover in the aisles of Target:o)

  • Maria:

    Excuse me. Did anyone see those links provided by Crunchy Chicken? Because I was starting to agree with jenni about the fact it’s Colin’s PARTS and not actually HIM. And then I saw the video Colin did to promote the vicious bidding for a meet and greet with him. He’s adorable. It’s the accent. The way he says “Natural Disasters” that got me.

  • Thirkellgirl:

    I think you’ve gone round the bend a bit, but I did enjoy your post. So much you can’t even imagine. Well, maybe you can. Here I was, looking at dozens of photos of white-washed furniture and robins’ eggs nestled in teacups, and somehow, something was missing. Just a vague sense that something wasn’t quite… complete. And then, *your post! And now I am at peace.