As my blog slowly turns to garbage over the next two months, you’ll look back at these posts and think, “Damn, I could have been playing in traffic all that time.”
The uninteresting pictures with a few words scattered about will be replaced with requests for information. The requests for information will be slowly replaced with long periods of nothingness, followed by frantic cocaine-fueled jags of drivel that will be posted and deleted between the hours of 2am and 6am.
Then for a few days it’ll appear as if I’m posting normally, but then you’ll realize that you were looking at someone else’s blog, and when you stop by my blog you’ll notice that this layout and format will have been replaced by an all black background, a digital representation of an hourglass drifiting slowly, grain by grain, towards it’s finsih, and the words “Stop making me think about the wedding!!” scrawled across the bottom of the page in red, blinking letters.
For the time being, can anyone recommend a dermatologist in the Baltimore, Glen Burnie, Catonsville, or Columbia areas? Sorry, but I’m even too exhausted at this point to make a joke about getting anal warts from any of you.
