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I refuse to start this out by saying "I know I've been bad keeping up on my blog, but..." So let me just say that I've been seeing a boy lately and I forgot how much time having a boyfriend takes up. I haven't done laundry or grocery shopped in, like, three weeks. (Thankfully the roommates help with being able to get away with those kinds of things.) My email inbox is a disgrace. I have not seen my pub friends in yonks. And it's a damn good thing that all of the shows I watch are over for the season or I'd have hours and hours of viewing to catch up on!

But I know that this sort of thing cannot last. Soon I will grow tired of lying on pillows and eating grapes, having my feet rubbed and my body massaged, of having my every base desire met again and again. Soon I will grow tired of being told how lovely I am, and of having sweet nothings whispered in my ear, and of being treated like a queen.

Soon enough I'll find myself watching hockey or baseball, or some horrible movie with a kung-fu fighting Belgian-accented robot trying to get his jet motorcycle back from aliens before the world explodes (or something like that). Then I'll finally look up, realize where I am and that I haven't called my mom in months, and I'll long to get back to my old routine of doing nothing on weekends and writing about it on weekdays.

Rest assured, though, that until that time I will endeavour to update this blog at least once a week. (I know that that is crappy, but it's better than nothing, you know?) Whether it be a 5-List or some silly observation that means nothing, I will do it. Because this is a blog, dammit, and that's what blogs are for!

Vive le blog! Vive le blog! *sniff*