At least I don't think I'm dead. Hang on. Let me check.
*feels self up*
Nope. I found a pulse.
I made another blog today. It's all secret and stuff, though. Sometimes I think that I have so many blogs, in so many places, that I just can't keep track of them all. I haven't been writing on any of them lately, though. There really isn't a huge reason for my absence, except that life has been a suckfest (great word, right?) lately and I didn't feel like sharing that suckfest with anybody. It's better just to ignore it and pretend that life is great instead.
Denial is a wonderful thing, isn't it?
Things are the same as always, though. Kids are growing and driving me insane. The teenagers now have "significant others" which sometimes makes my life easier and sometimes makes it a bigger pain in the ass. It also makes me realize that they're growing up much quicker than I told them they could, and I think they deserve to be grounded for that.
Boogie is in school all day now. In the beginning, it was very weird. I realized that I've had at least one kid home with me for the last 17 years. So now I get to do things like sleep in, spend the afternoon writing, hear the voices in my head (I really missed them) and dance around naked in my living room....with the blinds closed, of course.
We moved last month. Nothing fantastical or anything. Just into an apartment by the kids' elementary school, like I've been telling them we'd do for the last 7 years. What that means to me is, I get to have a slew of kids in and out of my house all evening and weekend. Fun, right?
I've learned to love my bedroom.
I'll try to write more here, I suppose. We'll see how that goes. I have a tendency to be a blog camel. You know....like a sex camel. Don't know what a sex camel is? It's what I used to call my friend Val's husband because he hardly ever wanted to have sex. I'd say he was like a camel. He'd store it up for a month or so, then he'd need it again to store it up and so on. Get the idea? Well, I realized I've been a blog camel for the last 7 years or so. I'll write every single day (sometimes two or three times a day) for a week or two, and then I won't write at all for a couple of months. It's ok, though. I'm just storing it all up in my head so it can come eventually come spouting out.
Ok. I'm hungry. But too lazy to go find something to eat. I think I'll go take a nap instead.
How fucking old am I?
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