Oh, hey, what’s up? Yeah, no, I just popped in here real quick to…
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Yeah, I didn’t realize you’d be here either. What’s it been, a few days, huh?
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Oh, a week? Really? Oh, well…
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Oh, me? Not much really, just kind of hanging out. What about you?
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That’s cool. Yeah, it’s nice to take it easy sometimes and…
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What’s that?
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You’ve been waiting for me to get in touch? Yeah, well, about that, we’ve been together for a long time, almost three years. Sometimes I just want to do my own thing.
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No, it’s not because I don’t like you…
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Of course I still like you…
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Oh come on, don’t start crying… alright, just relax… relax…
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What I’m trying to say is that sometimes I feel like I have to see you every day…
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Well, to be honest, sometimes I don’t want to see you every day…
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Look, you just told me to be honest, and now I’m being honest and you’re throwing a fit. You don’t make any sense.
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Yes, I like you.
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Yes, you’re fun.
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No, I don’t want to spend all my time with you.
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I know I used to see you a lot more in the past, but I like to think the stuff we’ve done recently has been more meaningful.
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Yes, really.
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Yes, honestly, I’ve been much happier with what we’ve been doing in the past year more than what we did the first year we were together.
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Yes, exactly. That’s just what I was trying to say. I’d much rather spend a week apart and then get back together and have it be good than to see each other 8 or 9 times a day and have it be just okay.
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What?
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Yes, I know other people do it dozens of times a day. They do it well. We don’t do that well.
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I don’t know why we can’t do it that way, but we’ve tried it and it just doesn’t work.
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It just doesn’t.
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Because I don’t have the energy for it.
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Yes, it’s all me.
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Great. Great, I’m glad you’re getting a laugh at the fact that I can’t do it multiple times a day.
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Well it takes two to make this thing work, and I can just go find something else to keep myself busy if you’d like. See you in another week.
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Yes, I’m serious.
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Yes, seriously serious.
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Right.
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I agree.
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Okay, fine. You’ll be my one and only, and I’ll make sure that it’s as good as it can be, as frequently as possible.
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What?
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No, I don’t love you too.
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Look, cry all you want, but I’m not going to tell my blog that I love it.
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What?
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No. It’s bad enough that I’m anthropomorphizing you for a blog post.
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Yes, I think the sexual allusions now seem really weird too.
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Look, let’s just not ever talk about this again, okay?
Sometimes I wonder if you were dropped on your head.
I’m confused. Is this something you actually overheard or something you made up?
Anthropomorphizing has to be the longest word I’ve seen in a blog post lately…. You crack me up. Are you sure you don’t love us? Just a little bit. And yes we miss you, but I certainly can’t do it multiple times a day either. It’s jst too exhausting.
Pfft.
I anthropomorphize my blog too, but instead of trying to make it feel good about the fact that I don’t post often, I keep it chained in the basement and make it beg for posts like the dirty whore it is.
I was REALLY hoping that was a conversation you heard in the stall next to you at work, with a guy on the cell phone…
OK, that would have made a lot more sense if you knew I read “I just pooped in here to…” instead of “I just popped in here to…”
Why can’t they just understand why some people just can’t handle it dozens of times a day?
Kaneda- “It puts the lotion on its blog or else it gets the hose again!”
heh..this post made my day.
Tee hee…
I’ve had that convo in my head so many times. The blog calleth and sometimes I just can’t get it up for …. it/him/her.
Since your buh-log has been kind of dead lately, I’m assuming the sexual allusions are actually necro-sexual allusions.
It’s not you it’s me…
ACW, you know this is your blog, right? You can post as much or as little (as often or as infrequently) as you like?
I feel like I’m eavesdropping and I’m loving it.
Brilliant.
I’d far rather do it once a week than every day anyway. BLOGPOSTING, that is. What, are you projecting that onto my marriage?!?!
OMG, I just had the urge to blog about your blog, like I had overheard this conversation on the bus, or something.
I need a fuckin’ life.
Miss you anyways.
Heehee.
Post less. I beg you.
Aw, I’m kidding.
Or am I?
Karla- Ha ha ha!
Wait, no. I was kidding too.