the sanelibs site was something to behold.
it was to go to the next level.
i had a photoproject. not even a very good or interesting one. just a beginning one to play with the form and see what's possible.
apparently fuckall is possible, as the pictures jammed up my site.
too much memory taken up by pictures.
couldn't load anything more onto the information choked bastard.
it snorted too much ftp into its pale blue head and its eyes rolled all the way back.
i've taken it to the emergency room at top speed and now it sits in wait to maybe be tended to by techno-doctors who could give a fuck whether this one lives or dies, and all i can do is hold its clammy hand and pretend i believe it will make it.
well, i'm seeing someone else, sanelibs. i've explained the situation to this other blogsite. it knows i've got a steady sweetie in recovery. but it knows i have needs. and it will tend to those needs while you're away. i don't know what'll happen if you get better. i can't know. we'll see. all i know is that for now, i love you and i think of you while i'm with this new site. you'd like her. she's a lot like you.
baby steps in the relationship as i figure out how to trust again, how to add responses and site meters, how to love again and add links and maybe change colors.
this blogsite is no dick sargent. this blogsite is james cameron directing aliens.
i'm starting out this blogsite with a long island iced tea of metaphors. i put as many in there as i could find and it doesn't taste alcoholly at all. rather, it tastes benign.
