I miss my old blog

I've been thinking....

I might reopen the old blog....

Or maybe change this template back to my "Perverted Republican" template....

Or have a new template created....

I dunno.

I'm just......bored with this site. Hence, the lack of posting.

Bah.

The rumors of my demise...

...have been greatly exaggerated.

-Mark Twain

I realized today I haven't posted in almost a month. I blame margaritas. Why blog when you can drink Patron? *wink*

Before I fell off the planet, I was writing about Muscles a lot. Granted, most of what I wrote is still in drafts... hehehee.... I tend to start posts, save 'em, forget what I wrote and never go back to 'em. Sorry flowers. :) I guess in my first note back after my mini-hiatus I should explain how that relationship has morphed in to something that really matters to me.

Muscles has called me three times today, but it's not what you think. :)

He started dating a girl.....a very "damaged" girl. She is gorgeous, and she thinks she is in love with him. Yes, there is a "but" coming. She was mentally abused by her ex. Muscles is crazy about her, and wants to "fix" her. I've tried to gently get through to him that she needs therapy and meds, but......ya know. He's a guy. He thinks he can fix her.

Sooooo....where he used to call me several times a day to be silly and flirt with me, now he calls me at least twice a day, asking my opinion on things she says or texts. It's been a strange transition to go from being pursued by a rabidly horny bull to being psychiatrist for a whipped boy and his f'd up chick.

It's kind of an "honor" though. Out of all the people he could go to, he trusts me to be his confidante. I am so touched by his faith in me. He told me the other day he used to chase me around for my looks. Now he chases me around for my brain.

I could never put a value on that.

xo
-Eb