This is a public display of
concern for the probably nonexistent fan of this forsaken blog. Your daddy is
still alive, and kicking (check out my twitter avi , nice huh?). Daddy is about
to throw in the towel before the weeds in this decide to unleash a Lord of the
Ring-esque fury on him for failing to come out and play (plough) with them. Oh
my dear little blog, what did you do to me? May be that is not the correct
question. Oh my dear big, bright, awesome, funny, incisive brains, where did
you go. Just like any blogger with incapable of posting anything, I visit this
place not knowing what to find. Sometimes I look forward to finding a new post.
How foolish.
I shall never run out of excuses
if anybody asks me of the reasons for my pronounced barrenness. I am a veteran
in coming up with excuses. Whenever I am not busy not writing posts, I am
failing to call people (even missed calls). So trust me, a blog post excuse is
piece of cake compared to failing to call. Plus, we can all see the crisis we
are going through. Anyang Nyongo, Sarkozzy, Sir alex Ferguson, Raila and other
prominent personalities like me can attest. Times are hard. It is not our fault.
As usual I have been busy. With work
of course. Difficult times. My line of career automatically gives me the
I-am-always-busy card to distribute whenever I feel like. It doesn’t matter I am
actually busy or not. The gods are also mad at me being on twitter. I have
noticed that I usually have a rough day when I visit twitter in the morning. I cannot
manage to stay without having a look at the online hospital for mad Kenyans.
I think is should write a poem,
or a love letter. Something emotional, maybe romantic to sooth these wall and
deliver them from the bondage of solitude. That can act as the kiss and make
up. The bad news is that I am not good at that shit. That’s why I cannot
sustain any form of a relationship that requires me to leave my comfort zone
and match into the high seas, looking for sweet nothings and acts of romance in
exchange of a reduced bank balance. All that in exchange of sex. Just sex? I
shall not explore more on that issue.
I hope to come back sooner than expected. Out.
Boom box playlist:
Walk – Foo Fighters.
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