"oh god, not him again"

yes, I'm afraid it's true. I am back in the blogosphere.

I killed groeg in may and he's resting in peace(es). We no longer talk. Christmas cards are not sent. In fact, I think he's shitting about me to mutual acquaintances, but I can't prove anything.

In the meantime I've stumbled into love and in the zenith of summer met the person that I actually WANT to spend the rest of my life with. I will do my best to make this blog about something OTHER than how wonderful I think he is because that would just give you all cavaties. But let me get this out:

He has a heart like Brazil - big and warm (without the clearcutting)
He has a mind like aristotle and a form like mortal sin (to quote Goldman)
The interest he takes in the things I like baffles and amazes me
He can cook (mercury can breathe a sigh of relief now)
He is good with money (ie: can keep track of it seeing as how I CAN'T)
He likes animals (and they tend to like him more than they do me... I'm dealing with that rather well)
He is a talented photographer

and, if I may (sorry baby)... just LOOK:


[I had to do that because I, of course, think he's hotter than Mars in August. You can find him here]

Somehow this person loves me and I'm not asking any questions. I'm just going with it. I came out to my family (more on that later) and the irony is that he is everything my mom always prayed for... except for the cock. I always told her she had to be more specific.

OK. Now that that is out of the way and you're all gagging from my uncharacteristic outpouring of emotion, I'll get to the meat of the post.

He urged me to come back to blogging. So, if you're happy - thank him. If you're pissed off - blame him. I hereby take absolutely no responsibility for the drivel that comes out of this page of inane ramblings and directionless texts.

that is all.