in tvland, they call it a hiatus. horticulturists refer to it as dormancy. pseudo-professors say it's a sabbatical. yogi and boo boo know it as hibernation. i am neither a sitcom star with a paparazzi problem, nor rocking a green thumb and magenta crocs. my passport is nonexistent, as is my furry underbelly and penchant for bow-ties and picnic baskets. well, i guess that last one depends on the menu..i have always been a sucker for potato salad.
since my last entry, a whopping three (that's tres for our spanish speaking friends) years ago, i have sat down countless times before this very screen with every intention of updating the next chapter in the saga that is my life. each venture started strong but quickly weakened, much like a jager-fueled potential hook-up who slurs sweet nothings in your ear and a trail of sloppy smooches on your neck but ultimately ends up passed out on your bathroom floor sporting a liquor dick and flailing about in a pool of what not long ago was lining his stomach. essentially, what once seemed like a good idea began looking pretty craptastic and i elected to shut the door and make with the sleepies instead of cleaning up the lackluster word vomit that would likely ensue.
"ok lex," you say. "enough with the wordsmithery." "fine," i reply, outwardly dejected but inwardly plotting your imminent and untimely end. "onward we go."
try as i may to suppress it, i find myself drawn back to this site every now and again (which i now need a google id to log into..like i need another password to remember) and think about the long, late hours i spent toiling away on it for the better part of two years. there were some high points (see: the cool girl complex and misadventures in molding young minds), the low points (see: excuses for lack of entries and shoutouts to people i no longer consider friends) and everything in between (see: everything in between)..each one holding a special place in the hole where my heart should be. as i review my old entries, laughing at some and cringing at others, i feel two things: amazed at the body of work before me and utterly disgusted that i have gone so long without adding to it.
don't think of this as a new year's resolution, as those are for fatties, uglies and - let's face it - quitters. being none of those things, take this entry as anything you like..save for a marriage proposal, admission of guilt in a punishable crime or that i even know who you are. oh stop whining..you know you love the thrill of the chase.
..definitely not the end,
lex
since my last entry, a whopping three (that's tres for our spanish speaking friends) years ago, i have sat down countless times before this very screen with every intention of updating the next chapter in the saga that is my life. each venture started strong but quickly weakened, much like a jager-fueled potential hook-up who slurs sweet nothings in your ear and a trail of sloppy smooches on your neck but ultimately ends up passed out on your bathroom floor sporting a liquor dick and flailing about in a pool of what not long ago was lining his stomach. essentially, what once seemed like a good idea began looking pretty craptastic and i elected to shut the door and make with the sleepies instead of cleaning up the lackluster word vomit that would likely ensue.
"ok lex," you say. "enough with the wordsmithery." "fine," i reply, outwardly dejected but inwardly plotting your imminent and untimely end. "onward we go."
try as i may to suppress it, i find myself drawn back to this site every now and again (which i now need a google id to log into..like i need another password to remember) and think about the long, late hours i spent toiling away on it for the better part of two years. there were some high points (see: the cool girl complex and misadventures in molding young minds), the low points (see: excuses for lack of entries and shoutouts to people i no longer consider friends) and everything in between (see: everything in between)..each one holding a special place in the hole where my heart should be. as i review my old entries, laughing at some and cringing at others, i feel two things: amazed at the body of work before me and utterly disgusted that i have gone so long without adding to it.
don't think of this as a new year's resolution, as those are for fatties, uglies and - let's face it - quitters. being none of those things, take this entry as anything you like..save for a marriage proposal, admission of guilt in a punishable crime or that i even know who you are. oh stop whining..you know you love the thrill of the chase.
..definitely not the end,
lex