Is there a stat which would inform you/ me, the reader, of the likelihood of this blog's failure? Another perfectly good name acquired, maligned, and discarded. So sad. But, at least it isn't mine. According to fb there are a couple of fine Italian women with names slightly different who may or may not be affected by my petty insomnia-driven selection. They can blame the idiots who took over the url I purchased and then let lapse. Though the blogspot address does remain, I have come to view that whole ordeal as tainted and neglected, a purpose served. Plus, this is no longer a blog accounting the demise of a marriage. They are both dead and gone and now there are new and improved things to complain about. This blog is slightly more informed (I am a college graduate now- yes, yes, woot and the like). I have other new things to muddle through, so I have need for a new blog from from which to anguish over whether it would get me fired or not... when I become a real boy with a real job (foreshadowing). A more experienced blog that will not think twice whether that previous sentence was in the least bit proper. There's no way. I know. I still don't give a shit. See, nothing's changed; I'm still too lazy to actually look and see if the fictitious stats I refer to actually exist and I try to pace myself on the semi colons, as per Kurt Vonnegut's advising.I no longer live in the country. I'm urban now, in an apartment-- not on five acres. I now have an annoying upstairs neighbor, who is entertainingly (from a blogger's stance) nocturnal. I have to get job, but I have been substituting. I think my step-father drunk texted me last night. I've declared myself gay, but not really pursued all that and still think about guys, so there's all that. The struggle, the angst, but with Nip/Tuck halfway under my belt, won't this run be just that much more entertaining? To you or to me? No matter. The point is, I need the venue. I just got a new bed from my mother as a graduation present, and there just may be just enough blog fodder in that to make this one post, if that's all this is to become, a musing still worth it all. A good run this one, has been, as well. Don't you think? Unless.....
Oooh, with an image like bee_pirate_hooker, this thing just might take off.
I just might have plenty of shameful divulgence, poetic prowess, and FFF guilt to fuel this motherfucker. Plus, am I supposed to just let sights like this pass us all by, unnoticed? I have to ask myself, "What would Martha Stewart do? I still have my weekend security guard job from which to pontificate without the massive chore of a portfolio to consume my every lolligagging hour, so there's that, mashed potatoes willing, we can all (sic) count on. I bid you adieu, pero solo hablo tres palabras en francais y estas, doce mas en espanol (without the tilde, no menos) since my one semestre de Italiano was so long ago as to be forgot. Soy Frederica... hoy.
