… we have to talk.
And no, I’m not breaking up with you.
Even if you do snore, make me feel inadequate when we watch Jeopardy! and never laugh at my nerdy jokes. The truth is, you’re adorable and I’m not going anywhere.
But this whole “blogging-every-day” thing has run its course. It was a good run while it lasted.
All two months of it.
But the truth of it is, I’m just too busy to stick to a writing regiment. I love blogging, but at the end of the day, I’m not getting paid for it. I’m my own boss and I’ve decided to lighten my load.
To be clear, I meant my “workload”, perverts.
I’ll still blog regularly; it’s cheap therapy and there’s just too much anarchy around me to ignore, I just need to lose the pressure to perform.
To be clear, I’m referring to the pressure to perform in the virtual arena, perverts. I’m going to go now; there’s a family of eight from Australia awaiting their bags and I plan on telling them a dingo stole their daughter’s baby doll.
Yes, I am incorrigible, thank you for noticing.
See you in the lobby – and on the blogosphere occasionally – kids…