April52010
Won’t Brick Me Up, Won’t Fence Me In…
It has been brought to my attention by more than one person that I haven’t been blogging. I was going to create a fantastic story about how Elton John, so overwhelmed by me dedicating a whole week of my blog to him kidnapped me from work. In my story he then took me to his home where we dressed in glittery body suits, laid in bed all day wearing sunglasses and eating grapes while Robert Downey, Jr. walked around the house aimlessly. Great excuse, right? Great but obviously not true.
The the true story isn’t nearly as interesting. I’ve been busy…too busy for my own good. Plus my computer at home seems to have broken a hip and is so slow I can’t stand to use it. That said starting today I’m going to make a serious effort to get back to blogging on a regular basis. I wish I could tell you, my loyal readers, that it is for you but it’s not. It’s for the one guy who has been affected the most by it, B.
Since I have stopped blogging I need a creative outlet and poor B has been that for me. I write him long, rambling emails using analogies or explaining in WAY too many words how I feel about him, our relationship, safe sex, the weather, March Madness brackets, whether this is going to be the Cubs year or not…you’re getting the idea…EVERYTHING! The worst part is that B has let me know that he would rather talk about things like adults: face to face, making eye contact, using our mouths…what a novel concept. Either way the need for me to get my words out of my head and onto paper takes over. It’s a nervous tick that runs right along the lines of me looking at myself obsessively in the mirror (something else that he really doesn’t like)…
Mirror = My overwhelming fear that something (no idea what) has gone wrong on my face. Like I’m going to look in the mirror and all of a sudden I have no cheek bones, a third nostril or a cleft lip.
Writing = My overwhelming fear that something (no idea what) is going to sneak in my head and steal all of my thoughts so I won’t ever be able to say them OR take away my ability to write a fluid sentence.
He has been handling it wonderfully and I haven’t heard a complaint but let me tell you if the shoe was on the other foot I may be tired of him filling up MY inbox with rambling all day long. I’ve got a job Hemingway! I’m busy over here, cut it out! So even though he doesn’t read this blog I want to send a little thank you mojo out to B for being so tolerant and not going to my house/office and stealing the “E” and “S” keys off all of my keyboards. You are the greatest!!!!
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Anyways, the song has nothing to do with my blog entry today. While Elton and I were drinking wine and deciding whether or not it is okay to wear a white glitter bodysuit after Labor Day he made me promise that I would at least put one song up. So here it is buddy…don’t forget about the restraining order. Kidnapping isn’t a joke!
