Pathetic. Pure pathos. Pathetique. Almost a year has gone by.
Almost a year. I let my account lapse. The $4.95 a month to keep this blog up was too rich for my blood. Not really. It was more that logging in to typepad ('what's my password' and all that after so long), typing in the cc digits, that's the stuff that puts me over the edge when the world is too much for me.
Like how we have fruit flies. I can't figure out where they are coming from. You're probably thinking, well, fruit right? But no, not fruit. Put out some hot vinegar with a funnel on top. Apparently that's a trap for them. Didn't work. Then saw that they were munching on fruit bread. Inside the bag, going to town.
I'm writing like it's the 80s. Chop chop. This is my new style. Tell a story like I just did a bunch of uppers. Bret Easton Ellis style.
Well, don't expect much more. See ya'll (3 of you) in late 2012.
