Well, it had to happen eventually.

And no, you can’t have the pink tutu! Hands off you loons!

I’ve packed my bags.  I cleaned up the bathroom.  It took three gallons of bleach but the stains and the smell (somebody just had to have an exorcism in there) are gone.  The tile has been replaced after the whole “cowboy and Indian” incident.  The mirror…well I couldn’t save that thing.  Too many razor marks and there was some white substance actually glued to the damn thing which is beyond me.

Needless to say it has been an adventure posting here.  I’ve been a busy enemy of the state (working in outsourcing = SATAN!) in the last month or so with my own personal website (have you seen the pretty?) and preparing to return home to Denver in December.  I’ve read some amazing stuff that you guys are writing.  I’m am humbled by the seriously smart writing and hilariously hammy hintings.

I also think you’re a bunch of whackos that have hijacked a good blog and turned it into a nightmare of madness.  So neener!

I’m working on joining some mad crazy people over at NanoWriMo so posting skills will drop.  Plus the rest of you are doing a serious bang up job doing your best to fill the large and oddly misshapen shoes of Goldstein.  I’d like to thank the Academy, all the girls who turned me down (its a long list) and my mother for dropping me on my head as a child.

It’s been a pleasure.  It’s been an honor.  It’s been realz, yo! 

Goldstein, you are beyond great for allowing me to destroy your place.