So first off, thanks. I felt like writing on Saturday night for the first time in weeks. Corey went to bed early and I sat in front of my computer and just let my brain tumble out of my sockets, fast and spurting, and it felt really, really good. There was stuff I wanted to say.
But I didn't want to say it outright - I needed it to be a little shadowed. At this point, this blog is pretty much completely devoid of any sort of anonymity. I want to be careful what I say, which is why I wrote the last post the way I wrote it. I figured I could express myself, fully, without admitting everything in full. I hope that doesn't make you want to stick sharp objects in my ear.
Four things I can tell you:
1) I'm not remotely pregnant. And, really, though maybe one day it would be fantastic to have another baby, that day is not now.
2) Clowns are the fucking scariest things in the world:
Well, maybe second after screaming bloody heads entrapped in bubble gum pink...vaginas? I don't know, but if you're Vancouverite and have the chance, go check out this freaky house on Dunbar and you will never dream normally again.
3. This weekend I met Sha. She was perhaps the first reader of my blog, the original incarnation of tallnlucky, way back in 2003. We met virtually in the days I first started dating Nolan's father, when I was still totally debaucherous and disheveled. I followed her when she was into some non-PG stuff. It was rad, and it was totally stellar to finally meet her. There was insta-comfort, followed by laughter and inappropriate discussion topics. I won't post pictures because I think she's more careful about internet identity now, but if you're my facebook friend you can see them. We had fun.
4. Come see me at Aqufit. Corey is doing a bunch of 3D stuff in the background and while he makes the site completely cool and pimped out, I am going to blather about houselady fitness and Kanye West, come rescue me from my current music mix!
