u s e y o u r h a n d s

Brian: I’m hot.
Shylo: For teacher?
Brian: Got it made, got it made, got it made…
Shylo: “Got it bad.”
Brian: You can go now.

I need to get back into this here blog thing. Oh, how 2002!

A few weeks ago, i couldn’t get into my MT account (which I discovered after a sudden urge to blog about my upcoming wedding and how i felt a deep sense of loss re: it) and couldn’t get in. Something Dreamhost had upgraded locked me out and it wasn’t until Brian could put on his dork hat and get under the hood, was I able to get back in.

I felt awful, panicked that I’d lose the hundreds of pages of blahblah that I’ve spewed at this here webbity. The hundreds of good comments (but not the 65,000 – serious – junk comments). It’s made me come back for good.

But it’s not the only reason. I miss having an outlet. I’ve been so busy with my new job (I’m a copywriter at an ad agency) that i’ve nto been writing much of anything lately. It’s really getting on my nerves (quite literally. i’ve developed a nasty case of cubital tunnel syndrome) to feel so cog-in-the-machine.

So, the thing I wanted to write about was how I sort of feel that getting married will make me no longer special. That (unless i have a kid) there will be nothing to really look forward to. It’s sort of the same feeling you get before high school graduation. Also, MARRIAGE IS SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR WHOLE LIFE. So there’s probably some “ack”-ness to the whole thing anyway.

And I feel sad today. I am trying to not press play on my all-Morrissey iTunes playlist.