Dearest Blog,
I know I’ve been neglecting you lately and I feel just terrible about the whole thing. But honestly, it isn’t my fault. Between Wesley’s birthday, apartment searching, apartment finding, packing, and (this weekend) moving… I’ve been busy.
There just aren’t enough hours in the day to dedicate to everything I would like to do. However, I’m willing to make an effort… if you are.
This means that you have to try to nag less, try to be less needy. After all, I’m a grown man. I need my space. Oh and a booty call about once a week (daily would be nice, but I’m always a dreamer).
So Blog… this is it. We’ve got a chance to make this thing work and I really think we could have something special. So… don’t fuck this up. I know I’ve sabotaged relationships in the past… I’m looking at you, Livejournal, Xanga, and MySpace…
But you’re different WordPress. Much more elegant. I can see a long relationship with lots of wonderful returns. So let’s do this, once more… with feeling.
Love,
James
May 29, 2010 at 6:44 am |
Daily. You have a small child, however, I must tell you that when your wife reaches her forites, you are in for it. I always felt like an anthill when my kids were small.