This photo goes out to all of those that say blogging is narcissistic.
Because, dude. I only took 32 shots before I got one that didn't make me look too cockeyed, too old, or too come-hither. What can I say? I was going for just the right amount of an old, cockeyed, come-hither stare. In other news: I have fallen in love. With you. And you and you and you. It would seem that I am a slut and it's true. Me + the football team, sure, as long as there is a me + you, too. As I sit here at my makeshift desk/kitchen table I practice writing my name if we were to get married: Susannah Clay MaggieMay, Susannah Clay Melissa, Susannah Clay BeachBungalow8, Susannah Clay Anonymous 1 through 9. If you don't see your name on that list, never fear. My heart belongs to all of you and I'd totally let you feel me up beneath the bleachers if you so much as tried, True Love Always and Forever, over or under my bra, it's no matter. Because it is you I will look for on the dance floor when they play Stairway to Heaven. It is you.
You who pulled me out of my funk, you with your comments. You who offered me a place to live, a publisher, an idea, a ((((hug)))). You who made me smile. You who gave me hope. And that is what I felt today when I went down to vote. Shit, you all know for whom and what I voted, it's no secret. But what I didn't know is that I'd also be voting for myself. Susannah Clay Me in 2008, X marks the spot. I cast my ballot for change. Yes We Can, Yes I Can, Change We Need and Change I Must. Happy Election Day.
With Love from the Other Side,