Yes. Remember when I used to post here? And remember when it was pretty often? Then not so often? Then not at all? Remember that?
I feel like I’ve had this conversation with you before.
Well you can blame the silence on my mother. For real. Not in the hee hee joke it’s the mother’s fault way but the real she put the fear of Jeebus in me way. Because she was all, ‘Sadie don’t you think you might get your ass fired for putting up pictures of naked unicorn men? or Sadie don’t you think it’s a little inappropriate to admit to stalking satan disquised as sexy politician? or Sadie aren’t you worried that someone will see this and your family will be out on the street?’
Uhhh, well now I am.
Also, she doesn’t really talk like that.
I’m a little nervous posting this. Anxiety ratcheting up at the thought of the someone noticing me…
but what can you do?
Stop posting I guess. No. Yes. No. – you see the struggle? I’m in a pissing contest with my rational self and my fantasy self. So you tell me, is it concerning having a blog and working? I don’t know.
But today, I’m just going to let it fly. I’m going to try to get back in that fancy horse saddle and eat a dick.
Thank you doctor who is all, ‘you know they have medication for your problems?’
I will try to post more and stuff.
The other problem was that I forgot my password. But, clearly, I remembered it today – I think that’s a sign.
No pictures with this post. Laaaazzzzyyy.