Oops, oops, I have once again forgotten my own anniversary. July the something (I’m too lazy to look it up) 2007 was my blog’s first post, so yay for me. Among bloggers, 14 is a ripe old age, an antique, in fact. When I first started airing my dirty laundry, there was quite a little gang of fellow bloggers to keep me company. Their number has withered away, it’s true, but I still remember them fondly. Perverts, most of them, but amusing perverts.
My blog’s musty old age is not a testament to any particular stick-to-itness on my part. All of my storytelling tends to wander quite a bit (maybe you noticed? Shut up.) and I think I started some damn story all those years ago and have just never finished.
So let’s raise a toast to mrpeenee, god love him. Here’s to never getting to the point.
If I were to get anniversary presents (it’s not too late,) I would hope this might serve as an inspiration.
Big, hard, and thoughtful. What could be better?
“I’m workin on a man/with blonde hair and a tan,” Dr. Frank N. Furter.
I’ve seen that look before. It’s always trouble.