I have something to say. I thought that I could just stop writing a couple weeks ahead of schedule and no one would notice, but now that I've sat on my ass all day after waking up around 1 PM, I guess there are things left unsaid. I like closure, so I'm gonna give myself some. There isn't all that much to say, but here it goes.
For anyone who lives a completely wasted existence, I recommend going back and looking at the names of the images I've uploaded. They include such witticisms as idoublefistbecauseionlyhavetwohands.jpg and ohsweetjesusisthatadeadbaby.jpg. They're not all winners, but they're there.
For anyone who likes what I wrote and then had the brass balls to actually tell me, "Hey, I liked what you wrote," you get a thank you. If you liked what I wrote but kept it inside your hollow, empty, Grinch-after-he-stole-Christmas-but-before-he-heard-the-Hoos-singing soul, you can either let me know now, or eff yourself.
For anyone who wants to keep reading what I'm writing, fret not. I have another blogging gig lined up, and those that matter know about it. If you don't know and want to continue my presence in your life, ask me nicely and I might link you.
My proudest accomplishment? I think I'm the one who caused Michael K. Brandow to change his profile picture. Sorry dude, nothing personal.
Why don't you take us home, Jim Thome.