Okay, so it’s Christmas(time) and my in-laws are in town and it’s snowing and I almost died in a grisly pile up (in my mind) with my two little dudes in a blizzard yesterday and methinks there is a non-“the Man” company that wants to employ me and I got addicted to Groupon , which will probably lead to bankruptcy shortly, plus I got an iPod touch for Christmas that I have been making passionate love to (the iPod might call it “rape” though) for two whole days and Tiger hasn’t called me since Thanksgiving and I’m sure there are a lot of other good excuses, but the net of it is that I can’t sit down and write for hours this week, as I am generally wont to do. The App Store is just too alluring. But I’m sure the excitement and anticipation of 2010 will change ALL that. I mean, it should, right? Except that I have neither anticipation or excitement for 2010. I think because I’m still following @Johncmayer on Twitter.
Oh, and nobody except my biggest blogger BFF herself commented on the first part of my last trilogy, so either nobody is reading, or it just kind of sucked ass and Belle was too nice to just say so. I can totally cut that storyline off. I mean, I still haven’t shared about the time I was falsely imprisoned in a Chicago taxicab for 35 harrowing minutes by a dude that looked like Seal, only worse, but still made it to my own dinner party in one piece. You know.
So holla if you care one way or another.