Somewhere between the too-intense-for-public-consumption intrigue going on inside my head and my somewhat ramped-up social calendar in November, I've had plenty of time to, uh, neglect my blog. I'm really hoping December will be better, but it doesn't look like the excitement will let up until the new year begins. I miss the writing and the discipline, though, and I would very much like to return to it soon. Also, I miss the movies, as I haven't had too much time for those, either.
And tomorrow, I turn 31. A few of my friends and I have agreed that this birthday marks the official onset of Cranky, Spiteful Spinsterdom. So, please be prepared, in the upcoming year, for posts in which I bitterly avow that if you are married or have babies or both, you are a gigantic loser. That's what spinsters do. You can thank me later.
There is an ongoing debate as to whether or not celibacy is a prerequisite for considering oneself a Cranky, Spiteful Spinster (heretofore known as the CSS). If you would like to weigh in on this matter, please feel free to post a comment, but be kind. Do not banish me to the hinterlands of sexual deprivation. I beg of you! It's only a birthday and I still get carded every-damn-where I go.
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