It's Second Nature

My blogging has been a lot more sporadic than usual. I don't know whether you noticed. I don't care whether you noticed.

It is difficult to blog in the summer holidays. This is because most evenings, I do not return until 11ish, meaning that I do not have time for the blog. By the time I do have some free time to blog away, I have forgotten what had happened the previous day, and therefore have nothing to blog about. Why am I telling you this? I don't know.

Mostly, it's because I'm bored.

My usual crew of followers (read: the friend things) have all moved on to greener pastures. By greener pastures, I do, of course, mean countries that are foreign. Kris has traded in her Bishops, her boyfriend and her duck wraps in exchange for Yelden, salsa dancing and relatives. Emma and Steve have vacated England, choosing Bob's appartment (are you SURE there are two "p"s?) in France for a week, thus leaving me to, basically, fend for myself.

Well.

When I say "fend for myself", I tell a slight white lie. An itty bitty one. We still have the Scab, and the Fatman. So that's ok. Oh. And the usual boy squad. But the male ones don't count.

But mostly, I miss Kris. COME BACK, KRIS. THERE IS NOT ENOUGH BITCHING HERE WITHOUT YOU. AND PLUS, JOE IS TOO HORNY. IT'S JUST NOT PRETTY. RETURN, I BESEECH THEE.

Cough.