a while ago, i had an email from a friend who has having trouble conceiving. her secondary infertility was a specific sort, and so i put her on to a tres cool fellow blogger (who has yet to have kidlets) with the same issue.
said friend has now started her own blog. has linked our mutual friend and listed her under her "i’m loving it" reading list. yours truly is absent from the list. there are other bloggers with children on the list (as well as tertia, she is prerequisite!) but mine is not there. i didn’t even have to ask the friend why, she wrote me and said that she is focusing on "edgy" blogs.
i apparently, am edge-free.
but i suppose that could be true.
i don’t have the time to craft brilliance and cleverness. (i’m not saying others don’t have the time either, it may just come faster to them.) such is life. is the point of my blog to be clever and edgy? it would be a nice benefit, i suppose, but aspects of my life are not edgy. holidays are making me frantic. vomit coats my potential edginess.
other times, it is a stretch for me even to be sarcastic, because when i am writing about my suburbian hong kong existence, i recollect the love i felt, and that love overwhelms even my ever present sarcasm.
i thought love was supposed to make you gain weight. i never knew it whittled away your edges.
gal pal, i guess im staying off your "i’m loving it" list, because i’m too busy loving them.
