hi haters :)

passengers aboard flight 040509, this is your humored captain speaking. I want to take this tiempo to address my amazing audience, and as I am only aware of who a handful of you are as you have let me know that you are faithful readers, as to rest of you, who read mis palabras with no recognition, just know that I am thankful for and conscientious of you as well. However, with that said, I found myself engaged in a quite meaningful mini-argument with the ex esposo this afternoon because of the supposed jab I made last post toward someone, to which he continued on from to let me know that "blogging is stupid" and interrogate me as to my motives for writing about the personal aspects of mi vida as well as inform me that there are a number of people who keep him in the know as to the que paso'ings of my life and mind. But the real kicker of our exchange came in him alerting me to the fact that there have been certain individuals that have expressed worry to him as to the vida I live, to which I had to say the following. As for those I know who actually care about me, as it should be, they let me know personally, on the phone or to mi cara that certain things that I say and/or do alarm them to some degree.

I had to laugh, audibly at this point, because this "faux concern" that certain people have for me, that never makes it to me at all, was the greatest level of validation that I have felt since starting this blog. I am being talked about, I, with every word that I spill out into cyberspace, am being secretly discussed and pondered and analyzed, and as I had to so burst my ex's bubble, this is exactly the kind of ruckus that I hoped to create in the first place. Whisper whisper whisper when I walk by someone at the bars, "She's got a real drinking problem," "She and her ex have the weirdest relationship ever," "She's running again but it doesn't really look like it." Hahahaha, I relish the dialogue that I have created, that has both been covert and out in the open, with some of you commenting on my posts, writing me facebook messages, and telling me your thoughts on certain things when you've seen me aqui and alla and everywhere. "Don't you see," I asked him, "you can think my blog is dumb and pointless and a waste of my and everybody else's time, and yet, they keep reading, and more than that, whatever I said that they soaked in was of enough importance or salacious enough at least for them to repeat to someone else, yourself included. I am an attention whore and this conversation, this humorous back and forth simply reiterates that I am doing something big with this, because it is going to be the day that nobody talks about it anymore that I will worry." So don't cry for me argentina, I'm getting through the ebbs and flows of the grind, and if any of you feel a bit worried by something you leer on here, know that I relish the possibility of a conversation with you. And otherwise my dears, keep reading, keep talking, keep hating loving crying laughing whatever it is that I make known. I love it all.

But now that that's settled, and I have the biggest shit-eating grin on my face, I will put up the sixtyfortyclub later on this noche.