It has been over a year since I deserted this, my oh so precious blog baby, and most any other link I had to regaining sanity. Depresion is a bitch. I need to regain the ground that I enjoyed so much. But can I dedicate the time?? I need to. I have so much more good material. It was a wonderful place to get lost in. Cousin Steve is fun.
I just wonder if this is still a valid medium? Is there anybody there? I can't blame anyone for walking away, even a pet rock would have perished. I am so tired of Facebook that I could throw up. Like 29 shots of Rumple Minze throw up. Speaking of, ever been so drunk that you thought milk would settle your stomach?? I have. Ha. It didn't end well.
So many great stories to tell. Like the aliens and the probe, my sex change, my sex change back, then I did it again, then back, then I was turned into a dog. Now I'm back. But I still run on all fours and drink out of a bowl by the back door. I'm just kidding, I don't run. You guys are so gullible.
Please comment, if you would like a Cousin Steve return. Inquiring minds want to know.
7 comments:
Once saw a girl who thought that milk would be a good mixer for vodka.
That poor girl.
Ha ha ha!! Not good, not so much.
I want a Cousin Steve to return!! I've missed you! :'( Come back to us.
I want Cousin Steve back too. And tell your lazy cousin, June Cleaver after a six pack that twitter isn't cutting it & I'm going half crazy without her Monday fix of hot guys to keep me sane!!!! Maybe you could take that up for her. :D At this point, I'm so desparate I think I would even like hot gals. ;)
PS. I haven't checked your blog for updates in ages. Isn't it weird how I randomly decided to check in a few weeks after you updated?
I check in even less than dw, but if you are regularly posing, I'm here for you
Please come back. OH, please.
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