
I thought about writing. Quite a bit. In fact, I've written a dozen entries in my head, where they languished attractively for a while, poolside, as it were ~ ordering drinks, flirting with waiters ~ but where now, of course, they no longer exist, my head being the unreliable storage facility that it is. And the thing is, I never wanted to write a blah blah blog, but now, of course, that's exactly what I've gone and done.
Blah. And damn, of course. Sorry.
6 comments:
Even your blahs are blog-worthy. Makes me damn jealous! LOL!
Your entries are never blah, Gigi.
Ah, it`s always nice to hear from you.
Hugs,
V
I'm just jealous that you have a pool and cabana boy in your head.
C'mon child, you ain't that busy.
Write, dammit!
;D
HEEHEE! Your blog could never be blah blah!
It's tough to keep these treasures stored in our inadequate storage facilities, especially if your facility is the same age as mine!
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