I haven’t been posting lately.

Though you noticed that.

And you cried and cried yourself to sleep.

And you drank.

And we judged.

And we pretended that we didn’t.

And we looked at your bum.

Fine, I looked at your bum.

You were drunk, I didn’t think you’d notice.

Here’s the thing…

I’ve been writing.


But, just not blogging.

Fat lot of good that does you, eh?


Though in theory you’ll have the opportunity to read it at some point.

Unless, of course, I have one of my trademark tempestuous outbursts and delete it all before singing Cyndi Lauper’s “Time After Time” naked while flogging myself with a badminton racket.

But, that isn’t super likely to happen. It’s, like, 50/50 at worst.

Also, I found another post-it on my bedside table the other morning. I barely remember writing it. It said:

“So, she’s like the wind in the sails of your erection.”

I really should not have a pen anywhere near my bed.

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  1. Yo! Your post-its are always hilarious. You should ALWAYS have a pen!

    And your lack of blogging is absolutely the reason for my blackout drinking binge the other night…

    Thank god you’re back to save me from myself!

    (Keep your eyes– and hands!– off my ass, DeWolf!) (OK, not really.)


  2. you have been missed. nothing quite like you out there in blogland–thank goodness. :D

    i can’t wait to hear THAT word doodle in a story!!

  3. I just thought you should know that I’m a new reader and just wrote you a love letter on my blog. Can we go to karaoke together? I’ll sing Time after Time with you… only if you promise to be naked though.

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