Which one is me?!?!
Now that I've got your attention:
Been mulling some of the reasons spoken and unspoken for the draft (shall we say?) in this figurative room I've drawn--Rue, that is. And while ultimately the answer lies with none other than moi, I can't help but be bummed at the quietude in this here blog.
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Yes, I can pitch a bitch! I know damn well there are more interesting things in cyberspace, but how hard is it really to chime in here or there?!? Feelin' like radon over here, or Ray Don (his brother); I dunno which.
About as hard as it is to pick up the phone, you say? AHa ha.
Twist firmly.
The blog isn't open to the public, just the riff-raff of YOU, who I chose. Yeah, mebbe you didn't choose me. But I do you, and for my inability to hold your casserole, see your recital, and generally send greeting cards with any precision; perhaps I deserve this. I'd like to think bygones to betsy's NOT.
I've much to learn about being a decent friend, brother etc. I just hope is that somehow these broken unrequited entries count for more than the gathered howl of silence.
Anyway, feel free to play. It might be the most groovey turn yet.
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