... is that there are things you want to write about and you can't write about them, because so and so might read it and they can't know the thing yet.
If you get my drift.
So most of the stuff I want to write about at the moment I can't.
Which is why I'm not blogging.
Which is a pain in the ass.
So I told Himself I had to blog tonight or die, and He said, well don't write about the thing I was going to do but I didn't because **** might read it and he'd be annoyed.
Well, great then, I won't write about anything so.
OKaY, everyone has to stop reading my blog now before I implode under the strain of not sorting out how I feel about majorly important stuff in my life that I can't blog about because someone might read it and get annoyed.
I could just write in code....
Time passes while Queenie tries to come up with a code.
Well, Himself and I decided to do something really cool. And that was great for about ten seconds. And then the thing that always comes up and bites us in the ass when we try to make a forward move in that area of our lives came up and bit us in the ass again.
So we're on hold with the excited enthusiasm at the moment.
Also, the reaction from some people was all about them. When in fact it's all about me and Himself.
So they're not coming to the thing I can't talk about.
Are ye wit' me?
It's supposed to snow on Sunday.
Am I allowed to talk about snow, dear?
Yes, dear.
Snow is boring.
I got exciting new snow boots though. Goldy-brown zip ups with a fetching fur mid-shin tassle and two fake fur bobbles.
I'm very glad I'm in my thirties and get to wear them with jeans and a warm coat and not with a micro mini and a tee-shirt which is how all the young gamine things wear them now.
Himself is listening to CNN and I just yelled out 'I can't listen to that SHIT anymore and I realise that he's asleep.
FFS - I have been listening to racist bullshit for half an hour for no reason.
2 comments:
It's good to have you back. I've been meaning to ask, are you still accepting submissions for Auld Dog? I think I've learnt a thing or two, even since it started.
I for one would like to hear what Andrew has learned.
I also think Snow is boring, but in my case I'm talking about the Orhan Pamuk book, which I know I'm some sort of philistine for not liking.
Jesus, that ass-biter really is persistent. If only there was some sort of excising operation. In the old days, witches would have got rid of it for you, no problem. Sometimes the old days were good.
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