So that song doesn’t have any real relevance that I can think of right now, but it’s my favorite Bowie song of the moment. And besides, what am I supposed to do here, take a picture of myself or something? Gross. I’m sick and pale, plus I’m crying. DON’T JUDGE ME.
Anyway, this is going to be a post of me saying bye to you guys. It’s probably going to be too long, and I’m probably going to ramble. You know how I do.
I’m going to miss you guys so much! I feel like I’m breaking up with you, and it’s not because I don’t love you anymore, it’s just because things are changing, and I still want to be friends, I really do. You can holler at me on Facebook or Twitter, and you can keep up with my cats on Instagram. I have a blog that I update sometimes. In due time, you’ll be able to read me rant about Taylor Swift again. This isn’t goodbye, this is see you later.
I am the biggest p-ssy ever, you guys. This is so lame.
But you know, I feel like we’ve had some good times, right? We got to watch the aforementioned Taylor Swift commit statutory rape together. We got to document how crazy Victoria Jackson is together. We even got to witness David Bowie‘s miraculous return to music together. We’ve gone through a lot of celebrity gossip milestones together. And hey: we’ll always have the conception of the spawn of Kimye.
I don’t know, friends. Basically, you’re all wonderful. I mean, maybe a couple of you aren’t, but for the most part, you guys are just too awesome. There’s Mireee, who is just the coolest, and crab, who I can always count on for some great kitty talk. There’s Chaz, and even though he asks for pictures of dirty tampons, I have to respect such a funny dude who loves my dear Sarah so much. There’s Simon Jadis, who has the most wonderful comments and who is just such a delight. There’s Ike Nash, who I truly hope never stops writing songs. There’s Harriet Meadow, who always sounds so neat (is this getting weird? Let’s get weird). There’s Mercy, who is so, so great. And guest … we all know how I feel about guest. Hint: it’s the same way everyone else feels about guest.
Major shoutouts (oh god, I’m giving shoutouts now, what have I become?) to Sasha, who liked my play about Jesus and my Twitter account enough to give me this crazy amazing opportunity, and A., who was so wonderful to let me keep on keepin’ on afterwards. And the other ladies I’ve had so much fun working with – Molls and Jenn, those absolute darlings – this has just been such a fantastic experience. And you know, I don’t even have enough words to say how completely phenomenal Sarah is, so I don’t think I can even try. Just know that she is one of the sweetest, smartest, funniest people I’ve ever met in my whole entire life, and you should probably consider yourselves lucky that you’ve gotten to hear what she has to say for the past few years. And yes, I’m still crying.
But don’t worry! I’ve read lots of things by Jennifer and Bobby, your new Evil Beet crew, and you guys are in such good hands. Seriously, have you looked at their blogs yet? No excuses. Get psyched.
And one last time, here’s a picture of my cats. I couldn’t get a new one of them together because they both need their testicles removed so they quit running around the house for hours and hours at a time, but here are my precious angel babies taking turns sleeping on my lap:
I love you guys! Don’t be strangers! I’m going to go drink NyQuil and stop feeling so many feelings! Later!