saturday night fever.

it's four am on a saturday night. well, sunday morning. and i want cookies. doughy, chocolate chip cookies. to distract myself from popping the four remaining pieces of "all natural" cookie dough i still have in the freezer, i've decided to speak with you, anonymous electronic reader.

it's been quite a while since i've done this. it feels like a stealthy, quietlittle comeback into the blogging world. i like it so far. it's like getting re-acclimated to roller skates after years off wheels, or moving your hand for the first time after having the cast removed: good, but funny and chicken soup weak. eventually, i'll get my sea legs. i hope.

or maybe this is how people feel when they wake up the next morning, adjusting their eyes to the unobstructed rays of sunshine and the face of an ex. the morning, sober mind immediately realizes some horrendous decisions must have been made the night before to result in the current predicament. except, fortunately, there will be no awkwardness at the door should i decide that no matter what i said the night before, i'm still not ready for this kind of commitment. we'll see.

either way, here i am, starting this new blog, "my best friend gayle." i think it's a swell name for a confessional blog. and, tonight at least, i think i'll treat this place as an online diary of sorts, my electronic best friend. i'll tell you all my (not so) secret opinions on the news of the day, or whatever else might move me. this time i'm more naked and loose; this is an "i'm in my silk jammies in the bed right before night time talking to my best friend on the phone" version of my former life (those were good times, no?). my goal is to write in a sort of "it's the last thing i do, right after i finish my tea and read portions of the secret and poems from maya angelou's selected works" way. you know, if i did that kind of shit.

(f'real, what kind of shit do oprah and gayle talk about?)

gayle, i think my next entry will be a review of this AMAZING! documentary i saw the other day. if i was oprah, i'd totally have the film makers on the show when i came back from hiatus. and then i'd cry as they told their stories, and then tell all the white people watching me on tv to go and see the documentary because it would change their lives, and maybe some of them would even find their passion. in actuality, i'd just be subliminally telling them to go see the documentary because i thought it was AMAZING! but not in the same way i find tyler perry movies and movies with john travolAHHHH in them AMAZING! but a more serious AMAZING! the kind of AMAZING! i reserve for my humanitarian endeavors. but that would only be if i was oprah. and since i'm not, i'll just have to pretend i'm talking to my own best friend gayle instead. and that's what this blog is. i hope that makes sense. i think it does.

so far so good.

g'night, gayle.