6-Feb-2007

Subject:  I am a Pain in Your Ass (note:  Melissa made up this subject because she is a bitch) 

You're pissing me off. As of tomorrow, you will not have blogged in a week. I'm upset. I'm sure your other friends think you are dead. Are we overloading you with other writing? Being a reclusive writer has its perks, but that doesn't look good on the blog front."

Back to me bitching about snarky emails.  I know.  I've been a bad blogger.  Some people may or may not know what's going on in my life.  Others, like Cliffhanger, who spend approximately 89% (I'm sure this is incorrect, but I can't add or subtract, nor do I have any concept of reality, so deal with it) of their waking/non-working hours with me, know it all.  And she of all people should know that I have not been a recluse lately.  Luckily, I know her well enough to know her motives, as there were several gems this weekend she'd love me to recount on this here blog, including her inappropriate working of the phrase, "I'm sooooo wet right now" into every other sentence she spoke at Successful Writer's kick ass Superbowl party (at least it made us seem intriguing to several people at said party), the fundraiser for impoverished Asian children we accidentally attended on Saturday night (we expected disco dancing, we got slides of hungry children set to Michael Jackson - perky, happy Michael Jackson), and our four hour jaunt to Swinger's between the hours of midnight and four AM for peach cobbler.  I know, I know, these are not details, and I'm going to get yelled at for being passive aggressive, but really I'm just a little tired and in need of a nap, so you'll have to wait till tomorrow to hear stories of wetness and cobbler.