Your 1 Thing for Today: Tuesday, Jan 23
Tue Jan 23 2007
Every time I pass you on the blog, I get this sense that there's something you want to say to me, and I wish that you'd just come out with it. The puppy dog looks, the pregnant pauses, the second-trimester pauses, the longing gazes, the sighs, the love notes, the poetry that, hello, that's hardly a sestina. When will it end? I can't be yours, okay! I belong to the blog. I am married to the information superhighway. And new media is a harsh mistress, believe you me. It's a life you'd want none of. You should stick to your little sex writing gig.
And then you should really consider taking ukulele lessons if you're going to persist in trying to serenade me on said instrument, because of those four strings, you are adept at none.