I write to you now, head hung in shame. For I am now that guy (gal). The author of one of those forgotten and forlorn blogs with staccati postings that tail off to the present with ever widening gaps. The ones which put us on the defensive when people ask about them.
Proclomations of 'I have a LIFE!' meet knowing stares from friends who are all too aware of the time spent playing with the cat or mastering the art of eye shadow application.
|Look, I did do things...|
So forgive me while I get back on track and pray indulge my efforts to tempt you back with pretty piccys and shameless reliance on what will probably be lots of wordless weekdays. I will get better. Promise.
|Ooooonnnnne pretty piccy....|