I have no idea where I've been. That's a lie. Sorry.
Why did I start this line in November, 2012...
You know which one you are so sit down and listen. First, you're killing me. Your eyes
I know exactly where I've been. I started to be afraid of writing and of words. I was afraid of my punctuation and sentence structure.
I was actually more afraid of what you might think about what I said.
The neighbors are watching, I thought. If there was something wrong with the kid's eyes, then everyone at the high school would know and that's about the least cool thing ever.
Maybe I was trying out some kind of wacko poetry. In fact, this is why I like Twitter so much. If you only have 120 characters it is kind of hard to offend some one or get in any kind of trouble. Although there was that one girl that threatened the entire city of Dearborn on Twitter. Note to self: don't threaten cities.
Let's just get out with it. I've been hiding - living in the pictures posted on Facebook and in 120 character tweets in a massive tableau of generally useless missives. I did hear recently that you can order a pizza with it though so I don't think that's a useless exercise if your blood sugar is low and your really want pizza.
Back to the kid, whomever it was, I don't know what you did but we obviously moved past it. I'm not in prison and neither are you.
Did you sit down to listen? This is highly unlikely, but our household has tended to be loud so I'm certain that I got my point across. I wonder if I actually got up mid sentence to holler at you. You know what? Let's go with that and then I disappeared.
But I'm back.