The Spanish Word For Aunt, part II

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The Spanish word for "Aunt"

"This is an unusual song, dedicated to an unusual person, who makes me feel... unusual." (Pump Up the Volume)

I have a secret. It isn't a secret that I can't tell, but a secret that I can't write. In the age of over-sharing, we've become accustomed to facebooking, tweeting, or blogging our lives for friends and/or strangers alike. "If it isn't on Facebook, it didn't happen." If that's the case, then I'm in a situation that isn't happening. Apparently, the anonymity factor is more or less vital to my mental well being, i.e., if the internet knew, I would become a target of envy for some, and derision for others. It sounds more like I'm in borderline witness protection status, than having become rather close to someone with a sizable (and potentially unstable) cult following. There are ironies on top of complications within Russian dolls, but none of it really matters, and there are really only two out of seven billion people that need to know.

Save it- put it in the bank.

No, I haven't posted in millennia, and that's just how it is. I was under the impression that I'd been creatively bankrupt for a while, because things didn't flow the way they used to. The reality of the situation is, "if you don't use it, you lose it." Being preoccupied with other things gave me less time to do what I enjoy, or so I thought. Whoever came up with the Nike campaign of, "JUST DO IT," was a sage, and righteous individual, because things are easier to do when you do them, and harder to do when you don't. I have all the time in the world. We all do. WE are the ones who choose how to spend our time, and what we spend it on. It's all a matter of priority. If spending time with a lover is a priority, one finds time, one finds space (yes, I guess there is still a tiny kernel of bitterness). If creating art is a priority, choose a tool and get to work. If getting a six-pack is a priority, start crunching (or go to the LQ, depending on your definition of six-pack). If making money is a priority, find a job. Any job. Two. Three. In any case, I'm writing now, and maybe it will continue.

...Like now. You don't know it, but I just wrote pages and pages, then deleted it all because I didn't actually know what the hell I was typing about. This blog has a history of streamofconsciousitis and randomia, but that was some drunken acid flashback fuckery...

Back in a bit.