myrtle

Good riddance?
Darlings, I never said that my sebaticle would be a permanent endeavour, you aren't quite done with me yet.
My little hunney bees, don't you fly too far from my hive, you might catch a little mite and lose your way on the way back.
I know that maybe my absence, specifically in lieu of my having my set just go live (which I must say was exciting and happily came with good tidings and lovely people who entertain me at work with emails), does not exactly make a lot of sense to a lot of tiddly winks, so let me give a roundabout little explanation.
You see dearies, as you know I am working at the Habitat for Humanity, a beautiful job that I love, but that does not love me naked on the interweb, and does not love me looking at the lucious bodies of hottie hots all day on their interweb. So I can not be around a lot.
As well as that I'll say, that in my life I began to feel like I was becoming just a body, being used and used and used and that's all that everyone was seeing. I felt like it wasn't me, it was just pictures of me, like the pictures that you're all seeing on this website, that people were starting to scratch out and try to pick up and make due with and then of course, leave on the wayside.
No more leaving though.
No more bodies and no more using.
I know that some of this still doens't make sense.
But you know, I'm just a scrambled egg baby and sometimes the words come out like mush.
But just know, if you talk to me I'll talk back, over and over and over until you stop or until you turn me into another little body.
Trust me hunnies, I'm not gone for good, I never say forever.
P.s.- That's me all blizzle blonde.
This is me now.


Courtesy of the Frank Petronio in Chicago.
Love,
Myrtle