2011

*darth walks in and looks around*

oh, oh my god. it reeks of neglect and decay in here. damn.

*darth walks over to the windows and throws open the blinds. light floods the room*

good lord, look at the dust! oh my. and who pissed in the corner over here??!!?? that's just sick and wrong.

*darth grabs a broom, a pail, and a duster. he puts on an apron (and i think you out there, the non-existent readers who would particularly find that amusing know who you are!) and begins to set about the difficult task of tidying up*

someone left a shoe. and who do all these rum bottles belong to? pigs, the lot of 'em, geez.

*darth lugs several overstuffed bags of trash outside the door. he brings in paint and brushes, lays down a drop cloth, and sets to restoring this blog to its former glory*

well, i think we all know; me, and you, the remaining non-existent readers (i have 11 followers! 11! most of whom i have never talked to, received a comment from, or even know anything about!) that when i say "former glory" i might be overexaggerating some. and i don't think overexaggerating is even a word, as the "over" part is already implied in the very word "exaggerate" so seems like a bit of a ridiculous hyperbole to tack them both together...

where was i? oh, yes. i still write. some. in my head more than anywhere else, of course. apparently 2010 was a bit of a bad year for me, blog-wise at least. i dunno.

but i do know that i need to clean out my pals list yet again. and i need to frequent this little tetanus nail in the playground of the world wide web (and yep, i keep coming up with less-than-savory euphemisms to describe this little blog i have nurtured like a malevolent mutant cat o! these many years now) a bit more frequently.

for now, i am gonna get back to dusting this place, but i am writing (in my head) a couple blog posts; one about my mother, and another about the inherent voyeuristic tendencies in writers, that i will share very soon, along with whatever other vomitus that spills forth from my awkward, demented, and yet well-meaning imagination.

to those 11, and to you the true non-existent readers (and a few of you are both), thanks for sticking with me, and i hope to make 2011 the best year yet!

as if i was running for president or something, geez.

darth sardonic