Dear blog,
I have neglected you. I am embarrassed about this, as I once nurtured you like a blossoming plant. Now you’re all dead and grey and dry and stale.
I met a man in San Francisco. He asked me why I didn’t blog anymore. I couldn’t answer him with anything other than “I guess I’ve just been lazy” and continued to drink flavoured vodka until I silenced the bar with a filthy, Northern mouth.
That night I lost a black slipper on the way home like a disgustingly steaming Cinderella, but did gain the kick up the arse to do something about it.
Yours,
Oakenteats.