Droogies, I’ve miss the jet-set ‘net life so dearly. (Agree with me that it’s so archaically cute to say “‘net.”) I’ve been bound up as heck in some very necessarily absorbing coursework, work-work, and work on self and life, but I’m going to make a genuine effort to write again when I can on my favorite things. I miss it: I miss the humor of it and the confessions and the comics and the naked ladies and the funny comments, and I need to crawl out of my hole again. I’ve scheduled some categorical posts that I hope to get out there shortly. Thank you for your patience and inquiries.
Sorry my first post back was a naked dude. Heh. You did not expect that. All apologies.
Tags: a confession, confession, Friendohs, It happens, love, photography, Pictures, Self-audit, writing, Yucky Love Stuff
September 30, 2011 at 4:17 pm |
It’s so archaically cute to say “net.” The naked dude was okay, because he’s Batman. Maybe.
Life happens, but I can see you know that. L’chaim! And all that jazz.
October 7, 2011 at 9:45 am |
Glad to have you back.
Thought maybe you had…you were….uh…were with Steve Jobs.
October 7, 2011 at 11:02 am |
Not an unreasonable conjecture with my history of liver trouble, but thankfully no.