Shining, Not Whining

Man, my heart's been done broke twice this week. Jon Jon the Bawl'mer Son is gone. (This is why I'm a writer, kids.)

Let's have a moment of silence for Jonny Boy. Let us also silence the whining. And by "us" I mean "me." It's not attractive. Broken heart schmoken heart. It ain't the first, and sad to say it probably won't be the last. For now I am employing a subtle but constant plan of attack by sending The Boy all of the not-very-good schmoopy love songs I'm writing about him, coupled with my random thoughts in which he is the star.

Pride? What's that? I think he gets it though, if it's at all possible to "get" the jumble of thoughts that tumble out of me.

On the real tip, things are going well on the whole, kids. I got a congratulatory plant today for the new jobby job, I'm down to the weight that my driver's license says that I am, and good things are swirling about like confetti.

Consider my 'tude adjusted, along with my bra strap. The blogroll will be updated soon with all ya'll who've been popping in.

In fact, I know I've been really bad about reciprocating the blog love, but I'll tell you someone who's captured my interest these days: Krazee Eyez Killa. First of all, he's Pimpin' for Jesus, he loves his wife and kid, and he manages to seamlessly meld that with his straight-up gangsta lean. Brilliant.

Remind me to tell you about the one summer I became a hardcore Christian. That was after the summer I was a lesbian, but before the one where I was in beauty school.

In the Comments section, tell me whose blog you're in lurve with these days.