As I enter the room with me head hanging low, I find an empty seat in circle of chairs next to no one. It's my first meeting and really don't want to be here. The meeting starts and it is my turn.
Hello, My name is Homersimpsonrules, and it has been almost four months since my last blog.
Everyone in the room gasps. Then repeats, HI, Homersimpsonrules.
I being to cry.
The person next to me takes my hand as I wipe away my tears with the back of my hand. I am crying so hard that my nose starts to run and I then wipe my nose with the back of my hand.
I start out by saying, I promised myself that I would blog at least every week if not more. I know that I have not been a good blogger but can you all forgive me.
The person sitting across from me in the circle passes me a roll of T.P.
and tells me that they will all forgive me.
I wipe my face with the toilet paper (that is 3-ply and smells like roses).
The meeting seems to take forever. Once all the loser bloggers tell their stories. By the end of the three hour meeting I am sweating in my knee pits, and my gum had dissolved in my mouth from chewing it so fast and too long. I am starting to think that this whole blogger anonymous is not my thing. The meeting closes and I trying to get out of there as fast as I can. While running to my car I feel the cold breeze on my knee pits. I hop in the car, only to look into the mirror and find, a black mascara mustache that I so graciously put there when I wiped the tears from the back of my hand. A piece of toilet paper flowing from one of my chin hairs. And of course lipstick not only on one of my teeth, but all of them.
Needless to say, I AM BACK
