It's Been A While...

Since I've blogged. It's something I was inspired to do sometimes a few times a day. But in the last couple of months, it's lost its appeal. And, quite frankly, I wondered if I had anything worthwhile to add to the blogosphere.

But to update you, things are pretty much status quo. No fame, no man and consequently, no mayhem to speak of. I went back to the homeland which is partly to blame for my hiatus. Electricity would go out without warning often when I was in mid-email. Composing. That was kind of irritating and the idea of perpetuating my annoyance by losing blog entries wasn't helping my reluctance to put pen to typepad.

I bought my cousin a Gucci wallet for his high school graduation gift... from Chinatown. Of course it wasn't real! But he's 17 and I figured, what the hell. But I wasn't expecting the reaction I got. Bless his still-in-the-closet gay heart if he didn't literally jump for joy and start running around the house with fake Gucci in hand exclaiming, "It's real! It's a real Gucci!" I of course was mortified. I mean I guess I should have figured as much but it made me feel guilty to be a fake gift-giver. Then, to my horror, the wallet started to fall apart during my visit. Morose and stricken at the sight of his beautiful bounty going bad, my cousin came into the bedroom as I was attempting to recuperate in the AC from the stifling heat I had endured by just walking downstairs. He sat down on the bed next to me and put his head on my shoulder. "I don't know what I did but the leather is coming apart," he said, sighing. Again, me: mortified. So I did what any honest person with an ounce of integrity would do, I feigned indignance.

"Let me see that! I can't believe they have the nerve to sell such an expensive wallet with such shoddy craftsmanship!" I went on for a few minutes expressing outrage at my extravagant purchase falling apart. But before you judge me, let me add that I brought the wallet home to "exchange" it on his behalf. And I intend on replacing it with an authentic wallet. It's called paying the stupid tax and I do it often.