Things had gotten to the point where I was restless in the relationship, you know what it’s like; the same old stuff… day after soul destroying day. The magic had gone, there was just no spark, then out of nowhere appears a younger, more attractive version of what you have gotten bored with. All young and funny, with curves in all the right places, and an appetite for adventure that makes you feel young again. She seemed to hang on my every word, and being a silly old fart with a boundless ego, it was total infatuation from the beginning. I should mention at this point, that prior to running off with the vivacious Ms Plurk, I had also done a spot of bigamy, moving in with Mrs WordPress, without actually divorcing Mrs Typepad (hereafter referred to as Mrs W Blog and Mrs T Blog respectively.
Where both Mrs T Blog and Mrs W Blog were old school, Ms Plurk was in the groove baby! And while both Mrs Blogs were really only interested in doing it once a day, Ms Plurk was up for it at any time, and I mean any time, all day everyday! She was a happenin’ 24/7 type gal (see what I mean? I would never have said something so hip before I got mixed up with her and her friends). However, being the loyal type that I am, I immediately ditched not only Mrs W Blog, but all our friends as well. Yes I know I’m a bad person, but hey…that’s part of my roguish charm!
Things were fine for a while, Mrs T Blog had long seen it as the mid-blog crisis that it was, and just waited patiently for me to return, which I never did. Mrs W Blog and I still talked but not very often, I was too wrapped up in my L.A. Story world. The excitement was just too appealing, and well I’m a happenin’ guy. But eventually, the shine began to fade, just like it does with all such relationships, and I was starting to feel more like Steve Allen than Steve Martin. But I kept up appearances, and even made the decision to finally divorce Mrs T Blog. That’s when the shit really hit the fan.
As I’ve mentioned previously, in an act not unlike packing up all my valuables and throwing them onto the street, the second I told Mrs T Blog that I was leaving for good, she deleted all my posts! Boy, I’ll tell ya, hell hath no fury like a Blog spurned! It wasn’t a total disaster though, as I had already moved most of my clothes into Mrs W Blog’s house 6 months ago (i.e. imported all the TypePad posts), but images don’t import. It wasn’t a problem up until now, as the WordPress posts simply linked to the TypePad image servers, but when I told her I wanted out, that all ended abruptly. Well fuck her anyway, I’ll fix what I need to and forget the rest. At least I’m no longer paying alimony.
But that now brings me to my current situation. I have to tell you, Ms Plurk is really wearing me out, and I’m on the verge of asking Mrs W Blog to take me back. So, if she’ll have me, first thing I’ll do is write the Belle update for you. We can only hope that she will forgive my infidelity and open her bosom (hehe, I said bosom) to me, I also hope our mutual friends (you guys) will be kind too.
Now I just have to tell Ms Plurk that it’s over and I just want to be friends…fuck! That may not be easy.
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