The Ballad of Boris and his Blog

What is better then a three day weekend? Yes! I week off work. What is better then a whole week off work? Yes! Three weeks and a day off of work. That is what I experienced a few months back. I traveled to Europe. Great time, but what is better then three weeks and a day off of work? No, not a girlfriend, don't rub it in! It is actually having one year, two months and twelve days off of work. My blog had this privilege. Which in turn gave you few people that have ever read this one year two months and twelve days off of sympathy reads. But we are both back and recharged. Well, when I say recharged I mean that we have had a sit down and have hammered out a new contract. And when I say contract I mean we have decided to reunite for one time to see if we still don't have it. We split ways a year two months and twelve days ago after having an argument that I will save you the drama by paraphrasing it as creative differences. I had huge plans for her, she thought I was inapt as a manager. Well, we could find no middle ground and decided it was time to split ways.
Months passed and not a thought was thought about each other. I could care less my blog was on her own. She said some hurtful things and I was not about to just grovel back to her. Unable to write I had to filter ideas out through other means. I daydreamed for a solid 6 months. I had it down to a science. OK, honestly I had it down pretty good before this time, but now I had to be in the top .02 percentile. I got to the point where I did not even miss my blog. I started going a little crazy though. (no jokes please) I would find myself writing a few words down on a napkin at lunch, jotting a few words down on sticky notes at work, just scribble really but I was writing stuff down. I kept this up for months. I could not control it. Non of it was legible, non of it made since. Non of it was what i was used to writing. I could not combine two sentences. This shot me down a slipper slope for the following months.
A year had passed since I had seen my blog. I found myself thinking about her. Missing her. I had resorted to sratching choppy sentences with rough topics in bathroom stalls. How could I write without her. I had lost my will to even daydream, for I could not find a way to express them. I needed to find her. I needed to find my blog. I spent the next two months searching, reading, skimming. I found many blogs that reminded me of her, but still could not find my blog.
Twelve more days passed before I finally found my blog. (ok, so I finally remembered my password) I was happy to see her. She seemed indifferent. But i took that the fact that she did not walk away and did not have any new material next to her as a good thing. Our first conversation went something like this...
Boris: hay"
Blog: "Hey, dummy. How have you been?"
Boris: i hav ben ok i guss how r u dooing,
Blog: "Look at you, you look terrible. I have been great. I have traveled, I have tried out at least 60 other ideas over the past year..."
Boris: 60, woW u hav ben bizy. did yo eVr theenk of Me i thoght...
Blog: "No!"
Boris: "Reely, I mean we did sum
Blog: "Well, I am not being entirely honest. I didn't think of you for the first year, all these new ideas that I was trying from other people that I was trying were so fun, and interesting, exhilarating, mind blowing, unbelievably se..."
Boris: "I get tha pixter, your poiNt
Blog: "Yeah, as great and rich as all these ideas seemed, and they were great, they still could not make up for that one thing that that I started to miss."
Boris: "iS it Me...
Blog: "You interrupt too much, Yes it is you. I missed the simplicity of your ideas. The small mindedness of your thoughts. I missed how easy it was to make you change your thoughts to how I wanted it to be."
Boris: "Thanks! I tink."
Blog: "We made a good team, everyone could see it. But I thought I wanted to explore other thoughts. I could tell you some crazy thoughts that were given to me, some even in foreign langua..."
Boris: "Howbout knot, goe baCk to da peart aboot us mackin a gud teem."
Blog: "But I could never get it out of my head, the pair we were. I was read by so many people with some of these thoughts, I was put on petastles, but taken advantage of. It made me miss your simple thoughts and the fact only 5 people know about us.
Boris: "One thogt hade 12 reeders...
Blog: "Well still my point, that is what I have missed. That is what I realize I want. A quite life with your thoughts away from the public eye."
Boris: "Already, just fiNding you my thoghts are getin cleerer. Does thiS meen we are back two beinG a teem?"
Blog: "Well, lets start off slow. And probably shouldn't tell anyone because your thoughts are quite a mess right now."
Boris: "No one, reads this anywheys. Can we starte today?'
Blog: "I guess, dummy"

Until next TiMe.