This is just horrible. I realize that, of late, I haven’t had much material to work with in my blog. I think this is because I’m actually gainfully employed for the moment rather than just half-heartedly employed, and I am shocked at how much time it takes to be a harlot. Over the weekend I was so exhausted that I did absolutely nothing worth writing about. I didn’t have sex once. (Well, that’s not true, but it was with E.S., and that’s hardly news by now, is it?) On Saturday night, I stayed home and rolled coins.
So every time I think about blogging, I am torn between two paralyzing thoughts: what if I blog about something boring and the people who read this find it boring and grow to hate me? And what if I don’t blog and the people who read this feel betrayed and grow to hate me? What if I do everything right and still my soul mate and I never meet each other and I live the rest of my life friendless and alone?
Clearly I should have stuck to the orgies. They didn’t leave so much room for self-reflection; plus, they were more fun than my job.
It’s just as well, I suppose, because I’ve gained two pounds (well, 1.6 to be exact) and am obviously on my way to becoming a monstrous blob again. Since my worthiness of love is naturally inversely proportionate to my weight, I predict that soon I will abandon the search for love and just sit around all day eating almond M&Ms.
Can you get a gig as a paid participant/accessory at these orgies?
Stick to the Rice M&Ms….much better for you
It seems like the lesbian lifestyle isn’t too far away after all. (Recalls Y. and H. from the Delaware weekend)
I’m still keep coming back for more.
Hmmm. You see, that’s the difference between you New York city slickers and us Texas boys. We never throw in the towel. (We just wipe up with it.)