Neglecting you?

Yes, my faithful readers..... i am sorry that i've been neglecting y'all. Something popped up in my life that made me really angry and... well, to be perfectly honest - there was no way that i could write about it here and no way that i could NOT write about it, if i was writing anything at all. So, i just let if fester until it has slunk away. Back in to it's... well, where ever it goes back to roost.

Amazing how we don't learn from past mistakes. (And by we, i mean they, because i am perfect. i always get an "A+". *snort* ) {That's meant as a joke. Please.}

That's all i'm going to say on the matter, which is no longer at hand.

i will instead ease myself back into writing here by talking about dead old Soviets. Master and i were talking about Boris Yeltsin's passing and how we've seen a lot of history: the Berlin Wall, etc, etc. i mentioned that i remembered when Leonid Brezhnev died. "i remember it clearly because the boy i was semi-dating at the time brought his combat boots over to my house because i offered to clean them for him." That bit of long forgotten info fell out of my mouth, i looked horrified and Master just chuckled. Yeah, i guess i was a boot whore, even in '82. Good grief!