approaching vapid with periodic bouts of genius
This entry is in response to all the calls, emails, comments and messages I'm sure I would have received in reaction to my obviously very noticeable and unbearable absence from this blog, had you all been able to recover from your sobs and wails and feelings of dispair before I beat you to the punch and posted this entry.
Don't worry kids, I obviously have you covered. While I can feel your pain and frustration through my finely honed sense of international ESP, there is no need to write or call. I am here.
I would like to assure you that while I am so busy I can't even see straight, I am perfectly happy and safe. In fact, I have been specifically refraining from updating because I love you all and don't want to put you through the diabetic collapse you would surely endure if I truly did update you on what's going on in my life.
Suffice it to say, I am oversexed, exhausted and lately, pretty blissed the fuck out. I'm enjoying it while it lasts and when life eventually returns to normal and I stop getting it on 3 and 4 times a day, not to mention when I'm finally able to actually focus on work and school and be remotely productive there, I'll update more regularly.
Meantime, send any extra condoms my way. Ooh, ooh, and if you can find a store that sells Anderson Valley Summer Solstice, dude send a case to me. I'll totally pay you back and send you a present in return. I'll even wrap it with a bow. But drink a few before you send it because it's the best thing ever invented, tough as it is to find beyond the doors of the Sunset Grill in Allston, MA.