I never get a chance to blog.
Do you know when you have to piss soooooo bad and you've had to wait so long that when you finally get to sit down to let it go it can't. Like if you let it go your bladder might be lashed by the force of it and so your body clenches tight.
That's my blogging status currently. I cannot blog. And were I to unleash now all that is within me you would all be blown to bits and so would I.
I cannot unleash such a force.
GawdDAMN blogging is fun.
How I miss you.
Work sucked this week kind of but not and life is so much better than it was but still rather a stressride, but tis as well, I've realized because it seems at this juncture that I'm far better adapted to the ship-wreck than the fun-cruise as that is what I know, and tis as well.
Tis as well, I realize. But life, it is getting better, and I praise the lovely setting Sun to my left for that.
I came home early today. Everyone spent the day in the office antsy like kids on the last day of school before the summer. After flirting with Spring at last it was outside our window and we could. not. be contained.
Could not be contained.
By three I couldn't do it, I was done. By five I left and pushed along the beltway against traffic, all of us eager to start the spring weekend, horses chomping at the bit of our traffic angst. But it yielded, it did, and here I am.
I even had a drink. Eight cool ounces of Smirnoff Ice and gosh aren't my fingers running without a second thought. Perhaps I will flirt with the drinks some summer afternoons, as I am thirty and it is legal after all, unlike the things I enjoy more. Although Obama might change that soon 'nuff. And I say, OH CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN.
But I digress.
I think this post must be long as my fingers have been typing as fast as they could stumble, and the sun, that glorious Full Spring Sun is finally setting behind the trees and another apartment building.
But I am lovely. I've received compliments at work from co-workers. Really good happy ones. Hugs and smiles. And I've received strange hand-written notes from strung-too-tight bosses who despite my efforts insist on being SO TENSE. Fuck it.
Fuck it. I am unconcerned.
I love you dear blogtopia. I have begun carrying my little music-thing to record errant bloggy thoughts as they may occur on the beltway as per PF's suggestion. I am trying. And I miss you.
And if I could live constant moments within my life in front of the post-window charging my fingers like I was playing whack-a-mole on the keys and fuzzy from malt liqour and sunshine and joy, well then I would. I SO would.
But at least I am here now sweethearts. At least I am here NOW.
Smooches and smiles sweet blogosphere friends. Happy Spring Happy Spring Happy Spring. :D