It's been way too long since my last update. I don't know about you but the blogging world outside of Myspace seems to be coming to a rather disappointing end. Not only have I lost the blogging bug, but so have all my friends who neither comment regularly nor update me on the inner workings of the odd people I call my friends. Oh, don't worry. My friends won't find that offensive. Most of them consider it an honor to be counted among the "odd, strange, peculiar,different and sometimes deranged" crowd. While I'm on the subject let me just strongly encourage all of my faithful readers who still check my site every day for updates to read a friend of mine. After reading me of course! I still haven't figured out how to post links, so you'll have to do it the old fashioned way and copy and paste it. Here it is. www.gottagetalife.blogspot.com His name is Sammy, and he's a very intriguing personality. You may notice he himself has not updated since February, due to a slight crisis that some people call "LOVE." However I promised him that I would advocate his jolly good writing skills and ever amusing sense of humor by sending my people his way. Yes...yes...I feel it is safe to now to announce to you that I now call you collectively.."My people." Not in the "I'm a power hungry dictator" kind of way, but in a "I'll have my people call your people" kind of way. C'mon..we all have PEOPLE. Okay, enough! I'm boring myself. Moving on.
So, now comes the part where I tie in the blog title to the actual subject of which I speak. I've been wondering lately...What did people who are in a relationship do to deserve it? Seriously. Are they better than I am? Did they accomplish something in life that I have yet to achieve? Did they perhaps learn a secret handshake or a (here it is folks) SECRET PASSWORD? I'm not so good with passwords, screen names or anything of the sort. I recently tried to create a screen name for myself, and instead of typing a really cool one like "Music chick," I left out one of the c's and now my screen name reads "MUSIC HICK." Not exactly what I was going for. Maybe that's a key to why I haven't been let in on the secret.
Did my friend Kaloni (yes that IS a real person) who got married when she was 18 and now has 3 kids and one on the way..wake up one day and suddenly realize the key to catching a man? Now I hate to use that phrase.."catching a man," because it implies that women try to trick or manipulate men into relationships. I don't believe in that. However I also believe it refers to the active pursuit of a relationship, and that is the intent of it's usage. I wonder if Kaloni got one of those stupid chain letters that are in my Inbox everyday that contained the elusive secret password. Maybe I too could find the love of my life if I would but deny the urge to automatically delete them. And if in fact my friend Kaloni did discover the key to finding love, wouldn't she as a FRIEND pass it on? I mean, if someone has figured out the magic words wouldn't they want to share them with the world? I would rent a bill board in Times Square spreading the news, so that no one has to be alone if they don't want to be! I would have the Emergency Broadcasting System actually use that annoying tone that they "test" all the time to announce to the world that the secret word is...! I would be shouting from mountain tops and roof tops and anything else with tops! The front page of every major newspaper, magazine and tabloid(because that's what we all really read anyway) would exclaim "Love's secret finally revealed!"
I say that I would do all of this, but then again, I would probably just be too into MYSELF and the object of my affetion to think about other people at that point. I would spend my time shouting from the rooftops alright. But I would be shouting "I'm in love! Finally someone loves me!" There would not be a thought in my head about the single friends I left at the bottom of the mountain. I guess I should try to understand why no one has told me what the secret is. I guess I should try to understand why no one has taught me the secret handshake. Then again, maybe there is NO secret. Maybe it's just random selection, and the odds are against me ever getting picked. Aww..do I sound like I'm having a pitty party? LOL Maybe a little. There are just times when it seems that everyone else knows what's going on except me. Wow..this turned out kind of somber. Didn't expect that.
I guess I 'm just saying..um..hey guy's.."What's the secret password?"
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You should have created your screen name as "MusicChick" -- however I think "Musichick" is hysterically funny.
Maybe there is no generic, one size fits all password, but the problem (or issue, whatever you want to call it) is that we haven't figured out OUR passwords yet. Being less than a genius in the math and technology departments myself I could see this as a possibility. It would be terrific, wouldn't it, if there was one plan or path that we all could follow...but then all of our relationships would be alike and clone-ish and that, frankly, would be a little disturbing.
By the way, your blogging is still brilliant -- there's a book in this, I'm telling you!! Oh...and I was a good lemming and left comments on Sammy's blog.
You know, one of my friends knicknamed my brother "French fry" years ago. Interesting.
New month Leah -- time for an update...otherwise I'll have to resort to blogging about THE video (j/k -- that really is an empty threat but one I had to throw out there nonetheless!). :)
Leah I just know there is more blogging brilliance in your mind waiting to be unleashed...
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