Mood:
brightNow Playing: Troy, starring Brad Pitt's abs and Eric Bana's thighs
Topic: planet Miss O
So Darlings, contrary to popular belief that I have been blog-delinquent because I sit around all day eating pain au chocolate and getting my nails done, I would like to assure you that I have several draft entries at the ready. Ok, maybe not at the ready, but during my dry spell, I was constantly thinking of amusing and witty anecdotes with which to entertain you. I would jot them down and then...
The problem, people, is follow-through. That, and lack of "staff". I am convinced that I could be a prolific writer (i.e. the book that I started writing more than 8 years ago might actually have a Chapter 2) if I had an executive secretary. A male secretary. Preferably one whose fashion taste leaned toward that of the Olympic diving teams. Lourdes, the miracles of lycra! I actually feel dirty watching the diving with my teenage sisters. I keep trying to stress the athletes' prowess and skill, but we all know we're looking at the package. How can you not? I mean c'mon, the only way to attract more attention to one's loins would be to put a bow around it! Or a rhinestone belt. More than one person has suggested that I design outfits for the athletes. Maybe I know too many gay guys?
Where were we? Ah, yes, works in progress. I have drafts that date back to August 2006. What's 24 months between friends? The point is some of the reporting may not be terribly timely, but I'll share them anyway. I'm a giver. You're welcome.
