Kidding… It’s me, not you. I would very much like to continue blogging here (this is the funnest blog to blog for IMO), but it’s just not going to work out. I’m making a bit of a career move. That, plus the puppy, and moving, it’s just a lot right now. I also suffer from a crippling commitment phobia.
I could stay on as a contributor, but that would just mean I’d post less and less. That’s kinda cheap and unfair to you, my loyal subjects. Moreover, it’s not what
I made some friends during my time at Why I Hate DC, and alienated a shitload of people. For some reason that’s a reoccurring theme in my life. I’d like to address some of you now. Think of this as the shout out section on an album cover or a drunken Academy Awards speech...
Sommer my love, my flame, the past few weeks have been incredible. That thing you do with your tongue, shoo. You’ll always have a place in my heart. To all the blogs who post raging hardons about how totally awesome DC is, pull your heads out of your ass every once in a while. This shit is WRONG. Bicyclists, oh my dear bicyclists who bike to work every morning, if you ever see a guy flipping you off for no apparent reason, that’s me. Metro, there are not enough curse words in all the world’s languages. And last but not least, Maryland Drivers… FUCK YOU! STAY IN YOUR GODDAMN LANE!
I hope that makes some of you hate me even more. If it’s not working, then I’m not doing my job. Wink, smiley face. You know you love it.
Thank you, thank you all. I hear the music playing me off now. Again, thank you.
Wesley Crusher, OUT!