Skipping, skipping...*splat* (A Farewell in 7 Paragraphs)
This blog is shutting down. I've made my peace with the DalaiLama. Here it rests against a very battered, extremely violated brick wall. Panting and sweating, concrete stuck in her fingernails and teeth chipped from the clawing and the, er, biting. Essentially resigned and exhausted after an admirable determination to keep the train chugging when by now, it should have been long dead, buried, and going through a disgusting yet fascinating process of decomposition. Aah, the welcome stench of "Good Bye" or rather, "Good Riddance" that makes the nasal cavities quiver in sentimental delight.
Me and this blog have come a long way --- well not really, like the previous blogs I spawned before, they were all admittedly what you would consider as a waste of internet space. The margin of progress in significant personal aspects remains to be minimal or even nonexistent.
But then again, there never really was a purpose for it. I did not set out to provide an existential analysis of the everyday workings of a particular female psyche in order to find a relevant solution to global warming, international terrorism, and dysmennorhea. No, not at all. Screw that! I am not under any orders to make the world a better place. I just have an egotistical resolution that I deserve a chunk of the world wide web.
*This warm corner is mine. I am my warm corner.* The jovial days of the summer of "My Blog and I" are over, finally reaching its frigid winter. Snuff. Sniff. Ah-Choo.
So there, my little blog, my fox. I'm your little prince leaving you to the wheat fields. And if my addressing an inanimate blog is a hint and reflection of the status and condition of my psychological wellbeing --- then I can only bask in delightful glee of the wonderful mess I am yet again about to create.
Because I don't know how to advertise and whore myself, I'm just typing it down. In case anyone looks, I'm going to be at:
http://ibludgeonthecurmudgeon.blogspot.com
Boo-ger off now, you.
Me and this blog have come a long way --- well not really, like the previous blogs I spawned before, they were all admittedly what you would consider as a waste of internet space. The margin of progress in significant personal aspects remains to be minimal or even nonexistent.
But then again, there never really was a purpose for it. I did not set out to provide an existential analysis of the everyday workings of a particular female psyche in order to find a relevant solution to global warming, international terrorism, and dysmennorhea. No, not at all. Screw that! I am not under any orders to make the world a better place. I just have an egotistical resolution that I deserve a chunk of the world wide web.
*This warm corner is mine. I am my warm corner.* The jovial days of the summer of "My Blog and I" are over, finally reaching its frigid winter. Snuff. Sniff. Ah-Choo.
So there, my little blog, my fox. I'm your little prince leaving you to the wheat fields. And if my addressing an inanimate blog is a hint and reflection of the status and condition of my psychological wellbeing --- then I can only bask in delightful glee of the wonderful mess I am yet again about to create.
Because I don't know how to advertise and whore myself, I'm just typing it down. In case anyone looks, I'm going to be at:
http://ibludgeonthecurmudgeon.blogspot.com
Boo-ger off now, you.
