Dear Reader(s),
I think it's high time that I come clean. I probably owe you both an explanation for why this blog has, frankly, sucked even worse recently than usual.
Here's the short of it: in a twist of bittersweet irony, I started dating the someone who made me start this blog, and, as a direct result, the blog is driving itself full speed into the side of a mountain. This someone is thusly responsible for both the birth and death of SomeoneMadeMe. I know, fucked up, right? If I may elaborate...
You see, I'm fully aware that the only thing that is even remotely interesting in this blog is my wacky single guy exploits in New York City. You're not here to find out what I had for lunch today, and I'm not here to tell you. And through the early days of this blog, we had a keen understanding of each other. We had a purpose. We were like two doves flying interweaving patterns across a dusky summer sky. It was beautiful, really. Hell, it was magical.
But, as fate would have it, now that I'm dating someone -- the very someone who made me start this blog -- I can't be in here telling you about all my crazy exploits with trashy and/or drunk women. Well, for a couple of reasons, not the least of which being I no longer even have those crazy exploits, but, even if I were (ahem, and I'm NOT), I couldn't really share them here, since someone reads the ol' blog. You dig?
Now, I could continue blabbing on about mundane crap like my favorite flavor of Dentyne or what I had for lunch or why I hate my boss, or whatever other nonsense people blog about, but that's really not why either of us is here now, is it. Blogs are dumb enough, and this one is barely hanging on by a thread of dumb cut from a spool of idiotic shipped over from the boring district.
So, my three friends, it seems we may be at an impasse. I realize this posting will likely creating a tremendous uproar in the blog community. There will no doubt be marches, and rallys, and candlelight vigils, and the like. Maybe some overturned cars. Rock throwing. Whatever. Hopefully we can persevere and all come through to see the light on the other side as better people...
Until then, signing off, and godspeed...
(BRB!!11)
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