Dearest thousand+ readers (!!),
I want to thank you so much for reading this blog. It is over.
Just kidding. I scared you for a second there, didn’t I?
No, the blog is not nearly over. I’m just getting started. What is happening, however, is that I’m moving. From California to Colorado. I’m leaving in a week and a half, and I should probably start packing.
So my posts will be less frequent until the move is over (Or, as is more likely, a lot more frequent and harried as I procrastinate). I will try to post things I’ve written before or, if I have time, I will write something new and fun for you all.
I haven’t forgotten about you Poetry Projectors (ha), but I think packing up my household and fitting it into my Escape (aptly named, don’t you think?) is more of a pressing matter than anything else. I have a week and a half to pack up 3.5 years of my life. It’s bound to be exciting/traumatizing. My face will probably be covered in chocolate and tears by the end of the week.
I have a few posts in the works, so there may just be a delay on things. I’m asking you to bear with me, because I promise it will be worth it (That’s what she said about waiting to have sex until marriage, but that is NOT worth it. Sorry). I’ve already had to put on hold my writer’s circle (I SWEAR I’m emailing you guys soon) because I have so much on my plate, so I don’t really know how often I’m going to be posting during the move.
This week we’ll see Thalassaphobia, the fear of the ocean, or Peniaphobia, the fear of poverty (not the fear of penises, which I think I should write about even though I’m not scared of them). Maybe some Haikus. And a definite letter to you all about a really awesome project that my roommates are working on.
Also, exactly a month from today, I will be leaving for Europe. I will be gone for three weeks, with meager internet access. However, I do plan on photoblogging and writing in some of our adventures as we go. It will mostly be pictures, however. So get used to seeing my yucky face and the gorgeous face of my best friend as we conquer Western Europe.
So know that I love you, I’m definitely going to call you later this week, and I promise that what happened last night is a one-time thing. And it only ever happens when I’m drunk. I’m all yours, baby.
What I’m saying is, I can keep up this writing erection. Don’t you even worry about it.