I knew this was going to happen. One. Two. Thirty days would pass and I wouldn’t be able to start again. #37 on my endless list of reasons why I never wanted to blog. It’s just like when you owe someone a phone call, and for whatever reason, you can’t seem to pick up the damn phone. Time passes and the thought of calling only becomes more insurmountable. Well, this joyful outlet for uncensored creativity is no different.
The pressure builds. Too much time passes. What will I say? That I still intensely and with unwavering dedication hate Sarah Palin? Sure, I could let everyone know that, but I’m fairly certain I clearly communicate that in even my most casual conversations. OK, we can talk about that toxic liar if you want. I could let you know that, shockingly, I have no problem with her $150,000 wardrobe. Not exactly my taste, but I don’t take issue with it. Who cares? Frankly, it’s wildly sexist to even question the whole thing. Has anyone in the history of American politics questioned a man about his wardrobe? “Oh, excuse me Mr. Mondale, who are you wearing this evening?” Yeah, I didn’t think so. I’ll also tell you, that if I’m ever headed to the world stage (for what reason I don’t know), it’s not going to be in a Walmart black label pantsuit. However, I do take issue with the sudden reactionary wardrobe change. While admittedly super shallow, I have but one complaint– that consignment jacket is ugs.
Well, thank you, you sassy Maverick for helping me break my blogging dry spell.
