Dear blog,
I know, I know. I haven't written in you for a while. I know, photo posts earn only half-credit. And … yes, I know. I know that not writing in you is the online equivalent of burning dinner. And you're right; you should beat me. I asked for it.
Don't worry; I'll explain the black eye by saying I was running down my three flights of stairs too quickly, fell, and — wouldn't you know it? — smacked my face against the doorknob. (Why do they install those things so low, anyway? They're just accidents waiting to happen.) No one will know, and you and I can go on.
Would it help if I promised an entry later? Would that spare me? … You … you're so kind to me. I don't deserve you. I really don't. I'll make it up to, I promise. … Oh, OK. Yeah, I'll go clean the kitchen.
-R
1 comment:
I am so glad to see that I am not the only one who gets abused when she does not update her blog. While I don't have a black eye, I get beat. Bruises along my legs, my back... in places where they can be hidden... it is so sad... I've been hiding this for months now... ssshhhh, shit, the blog found me... call social services, shit, they don't have that over here... aww, for the love of Buddha, find me HELP, will ya?
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