Dear Readers (Both of You):
As you may have noticed, someone has been remiss in her blogging duties lately, and that someone is your humble Felt Up blogette. I have no excuse other than the fact that I have been cruelly deserted by The Muse lately; somehow the Pete Wentz/Ashlee Simpson Hot Topic-meets-Alice In Wonderland goth-lite nuptials, the fact that a Starbucks barrista secretly put whole milk into Mary-Kate Olsen's nonfat lattes, even Britney Spears' bible vacation with Mel Gibson (!) have not inspired me to take finger to keypad. I am a teensy bit burned out on the gossip stories, my friends. I never thought it would happen to me, but it's true.
However, if for some strange reason you enjoy reading my ramblings, fear not. Felt Up is not dead, it's merely napping, like Lisa Rinna's facial muscles. When it wakes up, Felt Up may not take the exact form it does now; I'm thinking about retooling the whole concept to allow for more freedom about subject matter, and possibly combining my other two blogs (MySpace and Thrifty Cent) into one megablog where can I dump all my random thoughts and rantings. It's just a thought right now, but some day I hope to get financing to turn it into a notion, and then maybe, if I'm reallly lucky, an idea.
If you think you might enjoy reading about the day I spent in 1985 going to a comic book convention with Glenn Danzig, then by all means, keep checking back....if not, well, there may also be a post or two about my newly-acquired vintage Fonzie puzzle, or perhaps some photos of the newest wave of moths that have invaded my home, which gets more like Buffalo Bill's house in The Silence of the Lambs every day. And of course there will be the occasional gossip item--I'm not made of stone, you know!