that's a reference to a mighty wind, for all you uncool people.
3 months is a long time not to blog. Only a blogger would understand that. To not constantly share my brilliant thoughts and ideas with complete strangers and friends alike? Shut yo' mouth!
LFC is back, and it's staying put this time. I took a hiatus for several reasons, none of which I care to discuss. But let's face it, it's a freakin' blog, not life or death, not the end of the world, and the bottom line is, I missed it.
I was actually offered co-blogger-ships (yes it's a word, look it up dumba**) on a couple of fellow blogger's sites. Flattering, indeed. But frankly, I was afraid I would just overshadow their work and their readers would end up wanting me more than the owner of the blog, blah blah blah… and since I'm a nice person, I didn't want to see that happen.
But just because I haven't been writing, doesn't mean I'm not reading your blogs regularly.
Fefa is still brilliant,
Thomas is still full of liberal crap, *ahem* I mean rhetoric,
Sass is still Carrie from Sex in the City,
Chris is still a Welsh-lover,
LBB is still freakin' hilarious,
Kiki is still cute as a button,
Ghost is still smarter than me, and Foo is still…
Foo. Still love reading y'all's stuff.
So… there's some pressure to perform now. Like there's just been this constant drumroll, and I need something amazing to wow everyone. Well prepare to be disappointed. I'll probably just give you the same ol' junk… stories about my hot friends, more reasons why Paris rocks, pictures of my hot friends, little fluffy musings, and more stories about my hot friends. I could start by getting y'all's thoughts on why my readers are predominantly male. A mystery indeed.
Let's just count this as my first post. All of a sudden I'm scared, and when I get scared, I start talking about my boobs. Because that always works. But I want LFC to be more than that. More than shallow, vain, self-righteous and (BIG WORD ALERT) abortive speculations. Do I really think there's more to life than little fluffiness? Of course not. But for now, I'll pretend I do.