Are there even any good blogs left? I sometimes visit blogs that I used to read for enjoyment and I get super suicidal cause most of those idiots take themselves super seriously. I mean, it’s a blog, get over it. There isn’t anything in a blog that is such a big deal that you should be able to go bizerk with some stupid commenter that disagrees with you. Just remove your comments or delete your blog. Honestly, I think the thing that made blogging interesting in the first place was the fact that it was racey and provocative and most of all anonymous. However, this fact made readers really hang on every word the blogger typed and eventually gave way for the meshing between the blogger, the writer and the fusion of those worlds. Basically, once people started to write about their shitty, boring life and their mundane details blogging lost it’s magic. I promised I would not talk about how I was sorry for not blogging in a while. I also got a stern talking to by a friend that said if I am going to blog I need to just go at it like I used to and really attack things, which I think is the ticket. Well that, and bringing back the drinking rants.
It’s strange cause I am living with Colin and we have a very interesting life together. I stay home and write and he goes to work and we sort of just mesh. Then we go drinking and, for example, I get all sassy and am like I DO NOT WANT TO GO HOME. I WANT TO GET DRUNKER AND DRUNKER. I WANT TO VOMIT. And then he will be like OK, YOU CANNOT DO THAT. Which annoys the shit out of me. So, of course I have to turn into a monster and throw myself on the floor and pout WHY DO YOU HATE ME. Then I go to crazy town and cry and get mascara all over his clothes and in a way it is beautiful because it’s like I made an ink blot painting with my eyes. Then suddenly I am bored with acting like this so I get up off the floor and put on pants and prance into the kitchen and am like WOULD YOU LIKE PEANUT BUTTER AN JELLY? And by the morning I forget that any of it even happened until Colin brings it up. Usually, it is not so messy, and there are not so many tears, but once in a great while I will wake up on the floor and it’s clear to me that I was bad, naughty Sabrina and I got served a slice of floor pie in retaliation. The one time that happened I tried to lock Colin out of the apartment naked. In my own defense, he’s got a really sweet ass so it would have been cute.
