guess who's back...back again...jaded's back...tell a friend...

(title to be sung to the eminem song which may or may not be titled "shady's back.")


i discovered a new blog yesterday entitled The Bloggess. which may or may not be pronounced so that it rhymes with Goddess. right? some random person that i'm friends with on facejam shared her latest post and i read it and i swear i peed myself. and i fell in love.


because i tend to do that. fall in love with writers. they are like rockstars to your brain. i have literary crushes on ppl from bret easton ellis to francesca lia block all the way back around to my latest love, joe hill. 


i fell in such literary love with this blog and it's writer that i spent most of my night reading up on her past blogs, her other projects and her sex column. which is hilarious. and also stalking around for more info about her. turns out she has many cats AND insomnia AND a daughter juliet's age. we are obviously soul mates.


i love her style of writing so much- it's madness, it's comedy, it's satire, it's NOT SERIOUSNESS- that i have been INSPIRED to get my ass back on here and WRITE AGAIN. 


but i can't write now. because i have to pick jules up at school in a few and i'm in my pjs and i have to wake the baby up and get her ready and because the fucking mouse of this fucking computer is sticking and NOT working like a mouse should which is making me insane and because the cats are seriously annoying me and stepping on the keyboard and trying to write a post of their own. which might say "i would greatly appreciate being let out of this room. k thx bai." so i  PROMISE to write later.