Dear journal,

It’s been quite some time since we’ve last spoken. I apologize for the hiatus, but I’ve just been so wrapped up in my books and dreams that it seems I may have forgotten about you. I’m sorry. It was never my intention to leave you for so long, but my mind ran and my hands followed behind it. I trust it will all be worth it when I show you what I’ve been doing.

But I digress.

Today I had a very lengthy conversation with my coworker, Anila Sinclair. Now if you can recall from my post Sunday Ticket, I basically describe her as this mysterious, dynamic maverick that purposefully uses sexually ambiguous riddles to converse with me. Anyways, after going through pretty much this entire day having small conversations on and off with her, I just realized that she read the post and knows that the character is her. It’s currently 1015pm, and I’m blushing. I never, absolutely never intended for her or any of my coworkers to actually follow or read my blog, but therein lies the fault in my armor. Oscar Wilde said “to expect the unexpected shows a thoroughly modern intellect.” I’m modern dumb to think I would be able to talk about this “little website” I do and not expect someone to actually look at it. Woe is me.

It’s ironic actually. I originally planned to discuss how ashamed I was to talk about this blog to her, because the humor seemed a little lowbrow for her intellectual sensibilities, but now I feel ridiculous for a whole new set of reasons. But you know what? I don’t care. It’s actually quite funny in a way and I look forward to having another visitor to the site on a fairly regular basis. And I still stand by what I said in Sunday Ticket. (Deal with it…and I still want those Ghost Rider comics…lol.)

But besides the impending awkwardness that we all know I’ll enjoy, I found a tad bit of inspiration during my talks with Anila. We had a very long and fruitful discussion about creativity and I’d like to think that we both took some good notes away from it. We’ll see how things fair…on the next episode of…Dragon Ball Z. (Cue guitar riff)

Disclaimer : This is a post about real events. However names are fake as hell. The description of all events and incidents are slightly altered by the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events should be considered purposeful and hilarious as fuck.