Squishy...

So this week, I experienced the outpouring of love and good wishes that only those in the internet community can provide.

I received DM's from people on Twitter giving me their cell numbers, telling me to call them anytime I wanted to talk.
I received messages via email and facebook and in the comment sections of my blog.
Some were simple and said that they hoped I was OK, and they were there if I wanted to vent.
Some were an order to go the doctor. Post haste.
Some were telling me how absolutely wonderful I am and that I shouldn't be ashamed to express anything I needed to on my own blog.
And some said that they absolutely knew how I felt, and that they had felt the same things.

No one said that I was a freakshow and that I was seriously disturbed. (Although it was perhaps implied in the "get your ass to doctor now" message?) And my fear of losing droves of readers (hah! like I even have "droves" to lose) didn't come to fruition.

I've come to love my wee corner o' the bloggiverse. I realize just how much it's given to me in the almost two years that I've been writing here.

Materially:
I've received from my darling bloggers: underwear, mascara, bracelets, sparkly tiara tattoos, books, postcards, tart filling, Cds of Broadway tunes, Christmas cards, birthday cards, cute little notebooks, notecards, and photos of Jensen Ackles (and no doubt I'm forgetting things).

Via the internetz: twitter followers, countless emails, facebook friends (which equals Scrabble partners), and internet radio show chatroom parties

I can't possibly express how enriched my life has become because of all of you darling people. From 3 hour lunches with some of you, to texting about Supernatural with others, dinners and coming up with interview questions, sending out prizes and dreaming about the day that I will meet you all.

Not to mention the lame-ass blog prizes that I've sent out to you: tampon cases, fish flakes, home-made CDs of Canadian music, used books, maple chocolate and Canadian memorabilia....
I certainly don't do anything cool like say, sending someone a Buffy the Vampire Slayer box set. Why would I do that when you'll settle for me burning you Bryan Adams and Celine Dion?

Anyhoo, this is a long-winded way of simply telling you that I love you all. I cherish each comment, email, twitter stalker and text message. Those people who don't blog, simply don't understand the community that exists here. I have been touched and overwhelmed this week, and simply want to thank you for being...you.

xoxo