coming clean

I’ve been keeping secrets from you, Internet. And it’s time to come clean, not only because I need some sort of excuse to explain my neglect of you, but also because it will ultimately provide lots and lots of good blog-fodder and (hard to believe, but true) there really are only so many entries a girl can dedicate to how delicious her baby nephew smells and ZOMG my sister dressed him up in tiny golf clothes. I know. Death from cuteness.  Anyway, I’m seeing someone. There. It’s out. And the thing is, we don’t really get tired of each other, so there’s not a whole lot of minutes in the day where I find myself choosing to sit in front of my computer rather than say, invent new ways to call him a geek (to date, giving him the title of The Dork Lord is probably my go-to favorite). So you can see how I’ve had a few more demands on my time, and it doesn’t mean I don’t love you, it just means that I’m going to learn to adjust my priorities and blah blah… Whatever. I don’t have to explain why I like kissing better than blogging. I just do!

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