44. If I can’t blog anymore without worrying something I am writing is flirting with you?
Hi, AIFers. Flirters. Cads and minxes. What the hell, right? What are these words on this screen? AN UPDATE. It’s all I could get out, what with how split up my head is (ed. by me to add: ours, we’re both a mess here). Summer romance, you know? And that means one thing: blog silence. Because there’s no safe little video, or song, or even “topical” link to a medium-sized online publication we can share without wondering if someone, somewhere (it’s always one or two someones) thinks it was meant JUST FOR THEM.
We’ll do our best to push through it.
Because when it gets like this?
It always will be.
