Come Git Some

after a great while of post-less days, fingers find themselves pointing at whatever they can. some blame my job: saying, "you're working too much again-- it's only a matter of time before you quit again." and others ramble about how i've entered a relationship, citing my half-hearted promise to irene.

and a loud few fingers just call me lazy. but those fingers are middle fingers anyway.

A LOT HAS HAPPENED.



street-scores, garbage, & other goodies.
as someone who habitually writes online-- and has been since middle school-- it's difficult to disappear and then try to reemerge randomly. it's a lot like sex after a severe dry-spell: the return is mostly awkward, filled with unexplainable stumbling moments, and a great big boom only before a horrible attempt at explaining why the whole thing was so short and jerky.

blog-pause aside, work is going swimmingly and tuxedo-free, and i really am IN A RELATIONSHIP. we met on the most romantic place known to humankind: this blog. though, technically, we met inside an abandoned pool-locker where we'll probably get married and start a family.

i just took a vacation from this blog. at times, writing here can be very stressful-- but by no means will i ever stop. if you think i'm mentally unstable now, you'd never want to meet me without a pen. but i needed a break.

just know i was still thinking about you and i want you inside me.




















sorry. it's been a while since i've written a post. i think i just got too excited. that doesn't normally happen: i'm usually much more eloquent.