like the title of pink’s recent cd...
...i'm not dead.
holy goddamn, right? i know. i totally suck for not writing. like, jackass-y levels of suck. two fucking months of not posting. you can blame number 3 (see below) for this shit. not even a nice, hot bath and a chewed oxycontin was getting any words out of my brain.
reader's digest version (in no particular order):
- work. like crazy, crazy hours
- a(n extended) family member's passing
- writer's block
- still getting laid...barely
- a mind-fucky fuck buddy
- candyass
- three little words
i'll have info on most of this soon - promise. plus, at the risk of sounding pompous in assuming you even want to know - more book and music reccos coming . i've read/heard some interesting shit. fo' reals.
hello? [echo]
shit. man i have a lotta work to do, eh? oh - and i gotta publicly apologize to "nyc nyc": my total bad in missing your email this past may. i would've nailed your ass for sure.
posted by libertine di homo @ 2:04 PM
5 Comments:
dang. it's about time :))
Good to hear from you. I'm glad your not dead. :)
welcome back! Write on!
xoxo
come on and post something good... been WAY TO LONG!!!!!!!
Thank God. Sleepless nights wondering where you've been. Almost sent a search party to Chicago to find you..
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