Hello, Again. Hello.

So. It’s been a while since I posted. At first a few days went by, and I thought, well, I really should post a little something. Then a few more days, and I started thinking, God, what I post next had to be GOOD. And then I kept upping the ante until I had convinced myself that nothing less than the Best Post Ever Written could justify my absence from the blog. “Or what?” a reasonable person might ask. I don’t know. Maybe the terrorists win?

Anyhoo, here’s to a good end to 2007 for everybody. Me, I got from my fellas an amp for the karaoke machine for Christmas, and tonight we’re having a karaoke party. My mom got me a CD with “Fergilicious” on it. I’ve been practicing. I think I can nail it.

But I was remembering last year when my friend did “Tainted Love.” It was one of the first songs of the evening and no one was anywhere near tipsy yet. He started singing and was going along good, good, good. Until—and it didn’t even occur to me until the words came on the screen—that at one point the song gets really kind of suggestive. Touch me, baby, tainted love, he sang. All the lights in the house were on full blast, neighbors munching on chips and veggies, kids playing in the next room. He felt weird.

To avoid the same situation, I’m thinking I’m going to have to save telling my neighbors how tasty I am, how I put their boys on “rock rock,” how “I be up in the gym just working on my fitness” for later in the night.

But for starters this might work, huh?