Phoenixian Resurrection?

Returning to an old blog is like returning to a sad old ex, in more ways than one. The settings, the sights, the scenery look eerily familiar, but there is that niggling thought at the back of your head that the sex might have lost its zing. So you scratch your head, giving your nuts a well deserved break in a long long time, wondering whether it is worth the effort in the first place.

But then you wonder where else can you delve into details with regards to such deep and thought provoking, socially relevant subjects like cool dudes who love their i-pod (pod rhyming with load) or about orkut love-birds who send each other one liners representing such traumatizing bastardization of the english language as "cum on yahoo baby, im waiting for you to cum", discuss the merits and demerits of shooting your very own sex home videos, the demerits primarily being about you being paranoid about how your ass will look on tape .... not good not good at all, one piece of bloody horrific indian ass it would be..., provide expert advise on how to handle drunk girlfriends in an expert manner with minimal liability, talk about new and exciting places besides your apartment to have sex in (example an office space) and last but not the least make caustic acerbic fun of one and all.

However, SADLY, this blog has lost its once loyal reader-base. Even the bitchy feminists, the ex-es, those close to the ex-es, who would litter the comment space with raunchy comments, have moved over to greener pastures. So the resurrection looks, well, kind of iffy. But then there are just too many interesting tales being brewed up in the Jhant cafe and I am having too difficult a time keeping all of those to myself. And more importantly my balls are itching to make fun of a few chosen ones. And that in itself is worthy of a Ripley-esque resurrection.