Akito HirataTonight, I thought I would blog on Orble.
March 21st 2008 06:07
I'm lying prostrate on the floor as I type this, because it's my way of saying sorry I haven't posted for a while. If I make a few typos? You'll have to excuse me. I can't see the keyboard from this submissive female position.
I'm even struggling to keep my petticoat afloat.
I feel terrible about not posting a blog or a post or whatever an article is called in blog land. My main point is, I feel terrible, regardless of what a post or article or blog is called.
I feel quite poetic. No. That moment just went. OMG us females. We change like the wind.
I'd love to write a blog or post or article that everyone would read and just go, 'That's a fantastic aricle, Ann. I reallly enjoyed it.' But I can't. I have to write about how I can't write a post like that. But it sure as hell interests me.
I get quite interested in my own interior dialogue. The conversations I have with myself in my head all day long. They're fascinating. I hope you all enjoy them, too.
I might go now. I think I imbibed in a little too much sherry this afternoon, and I'm quite legless. Thank God my husband is dead. I'd jump his living bones if he was still alive.
I might even go down to his grave and refresh the flowers. I miss him. He was a good man. He worked hard all his life. Just for me. Any young independent women out there? You won't understand.
I'm even struggling to keep my petticoat afloat.
I feel terrible about not posting a blog or a post or whatever an article is called in blog land. My main point is, I feel terrible, regardless of what a post or article or blog is called.
I feel quite poetic. No. That moment just went. OMG us females. We change like the wind.
I'd love to write a blog or post or article that everyone would read and just go, 'That's a fantastic aricle, Ann. I reallly enjoyed it.' But I can't. I have to write about how I can't write a post like that. But it sure as hell interests me.
I get quite interested in my own interior dialogue. The conversations I have with myself in my head all day long. They're fascinating. I hope you all enjoy them, too.
I might go now. I think I imbibed in a little too much sherry this afternoon, and I'm quite legless. Thank God my husband is dead. I'd jump his living bones if he was still alive.
I might even go down to his grave and refresh the flowers. I miss him. He was a good man. He worked hard all his life. Just for me. Any young independent women out there? You won't understand.
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