Do Not Adjust Your Monitors, Adoring Masses.

Remember that time Crissy apologized for disappearing from the internet only to fall off the face of the Earth nary 6 months later?

 

Perhaps you were like me.  Scared.  Heartbroken.  Alone.  Still slightly aroused somehow.  With nothing new to adorn our shrines with or talk about at high society cocktail parties, we have found a Crissy size hole in our heart.  Which is not dangerous, because homegirl is as skinny as a poorly made but well marketed margarita.

In the years that have passed since the universe thrust our sexy, chaotic, exciting, and sexy lives into synchronicity, I have taken on the role of friend, jester, unlicensed therapist, and co-couchfort royalty.  Together, we have managed to travel forward in time.

But now I am prepared for the most noble of tasks.  A task handed down by the goddesses themselves.  For it is I who will make this bitch write in her fucking blog.

 

The road ahead of me is long and hard, but sometimes long and hard is just what the doctor ordered.

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3 comments

  1. The most remarkable part of this to me is that you’re still in my feed after two years. If you’re gone for another two, I may have to consider removing you. (Although obviously, as evidenced by the shirts in my closet from the mid-90’s, I’m quite lazy about weeding out rarely used things.)

  2. OMG!OMG!OMG!!! Can it really be?

    Please don’t tease me… I’ve become older and more fragile now…Plus, I recently suffered a devastating blog loss and rebuilding both my blog and my heart would be just TOO MUCH!

    If this REALLY means Crissy is coming back, I am doing a happy dance. But not on webcam. Even at $2.99 a minute. Nobody wants to see that. Trust me.

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