Eurymakos constantly tells me that he’s jealous of my prolific writing, and how I can write about anything. Unfortunately, lately, I haven’t felt that muse touching on my shoulder, or really any part of me. The things that I want to write about, the things that I’m thinking, I really can’t. I wish I could tell you guys how frustrated I am over various things with various friends, but I’ve promised not to blog about them. I can’t really write about the details of my job, and why I’m so frustrated with that right now – and Eurymakos has said I can’t blog about our relationship. (Or not so relationship as the case may be?) My fingers, as they say, are tied.
I suppose that is one of the downfalls of being so open about my blog. I mean, there isn’t a single one of my friends (besides Katina and Leo) who don’t read this. Therefore – everything I say on here has to be more of less vetted by them if it’s okay to blog about it. Sometimes, if it’s about them, I won’t ask permission, but for the most part I do. Therefore, half the stuff I want to talk about doesn’t end up here.
In short, it’s not that I don’t want to write, it’s just, my hands are tied. And I’m sorry for that.
So here’s Aaron Rodgers, being sexy after the Green Bay win over the Vikings to help you get over it: