Seraphina’s Profile

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  • It's late. I'm up, and can't sleep. I tried to blog about it on my "other" blog, but found that there's just too much there I can't talk about. People I know read that one regularly... and this is stuff I can't talk to them about.

    You? You I can talk to. After all, you've never given the slightest indication that you have ever read this.

  • I'm sure you've been worried about me. Sorry I haven't written more. Today was actually a lovely day. Nothing more traumatic than wishing we had a family dog.

    I even had time to wonder how you are doing now that some of the dust has settled from the tour being over. I know that you just announced the name of your first single and that you must be gearing up for the new album release in November. Have you gotten a chance to rest a little?

  • Well, if there's one thing I know about rock bottom, it's that you can always go lower.

    Just as I am recovering from my son's desire to contact my ex, my in-laws sideswiped me with an ugly personal attack. I never saw it coming. I actually thought my in laws liked me. I had long considered my father-in-law as "Dad".

    And I have to wonder if it's me... did I bring this all on myself somehow, or is it truly just a string of unrelated rotten luck? Reverse serendipity?

  • Oh, I knew this day would come... but I wasn't ready for it to be today. If you were actually reading this, I'll tell you to get comfortable because there's a little back history to catch you up on.

  • Okay, I transferred my blog entries to you from mySpace over to here. You were the only reason I joined there in the first place - and I tried to just put a link to that blog from here, but it didn't seem to want to let me... so although I felt slightly odd about it... I copied and pasted those old entries here and will only blog here (to you) from here on out.

  • Some days nothing will do but Barry Manilow. If this is a deal breaker between us, then you aren't the man I thought you were. I mean, if you don't grasp the power and wonder that is Barry Manilow suffering... well, I am not sure you'll totally get me either. I don't ask that you actually LIKE Barry and listen to him yourself (although that would be a HUGE unexpected plus). No, I just ask that you admit the talent and understand that sometimes there is nothing more comforting than Barry, his huge schnoz, that voice, and the over-the-top quality of his music.