Make-Up Sex; Or: The Joys and Perils of Habitual Blogging

Ok.

Yup.

Alright.

It feels like me and the blog had a fight.  We said some things we didn't mean, called eachother names we both regret, and now, maybe, it's time to move on and forget this never happened.


I'm still kinda pissy about it, still have some lingering resentment and some troubling doubts;  will we work?  Will we end up getting a divorce down the road when I meet some other hobby, some hobby that really gets me?  Will the passion go out of our tempestuous love-affair?  Am I just doing this because routine comforts and anchors me?  Is it ok to have a side-blog?  Am I simply addicted to blogging?  Is this a healthy relationship?  Are we friends first?  Are we friends at all? Is it worth it to stay in a relationship because of amazing sex?  Wait, no, that relationship metaphor doesn't apply to the blog, lol.  Neither would: Is it ok to stay in a relationship when the sex isn't stellar and hope that it will somehow get amazing or that I will miraculously stop craving fulfilling physicality?  Lol.  Questions I hear posed by people all the time, heeheehee.  Things that may or may not find their way into the secrets of Cedar Falls...


Anyway.  Here I am.  Back on your doorstep, bloggie darling.  Forgive me for throwing my hands up in frustration.  Forgive me for being unfair, irrational, and impulsive. Forgive me for making you sleep on the proverbial couch, for giving you the cold shoulder, the silent treatment, and the ever childish "I can't hear you! Is that the wind?  Because It can't be anybody talking..."

I still love you, whether it's good for me or not.  I love you no matter what.  I love you in a vacuum, and I love you in public.  This started as a private thing, just you and me and the relative anonymity of cyberspace.  I don't need anyone else to watch what we have (as sexy as that is, heeheehee.).


Let's put this weekend behind us.  Let's heal and move forward.  Let's bury all those awful things we said when in a temper, or tired, or scared, or confused.


The show must go on.  Time and tide wait for no man.  Old soldiers never die, they just fade away.  Wait, what?  Well, whatever adorable little catch phrase applies, consider it appropriately slogan-ed.  Make a poster.  If the shoe fits.


Plus, we already put the deposit down ;)  J\K.  


He hasn't asked, and I don't know how I'd answer!  (Eyelash flutter)