The Death of a Blog
So I deleted my Bells in April blog. I really liked the title. It took me quite a while (30 seconds) to come up with it. I was pleased with myself when I thought it up. But three blogs is too many to keep up with on any kind of legitimate level. And so, it is with great sadness, that I say goodbye to Bells in April. I will have to start putting my personal musings on this beloved blog instead. And perhaps, though I know my dream is to have this blog be as much perused as Michelle's or Instapundits, or the variety of others that I look at, its time to realize that yes, while I think I'm brilliant, the rest of the world has yet to grasp that fact. Give it time. :)
And the tribulations of my life are this: I have moved to a new location and have post-move stress disorder. Its heartbreaking, I know. But its true. I am adjusting to my new enviornment but the lack of a known schedule or routes to frequented haunts is a hardship. And I miss my mom. Sad, I know. That's probably the saddest part of this whole fracas. "24-year-old independent child mourns loss of mother's proximity." Film at eleven. And the guy will be live standing out in the dark outside my parents old house. "It was here, three weeks ago, that Stacy said goodbye to her mother. No news yet on how the parents are taking the separation, but Chanel 1 has heard exclusively that Stacy is 'dealing' with the loss only just ... *long pause* okay. Live, in Bedford, back to you Dan."
Even if you don't think I'm funny, I think I'm funny. And really, what's more depressing than a person that laughs at their own jokes?
A person that does not laugh.
Goodbye Bells in April, I will remember you fondly. Rest in peace in the eternal graveyard of internet blogs that went bust...the void of data loss.
And the tribulations of my life are this: I have moved to a new location and have post-move stress disorder. Its heartbreaking, I know. But its true. I am adjusting to my new enviornment but the lack of a known schedule or routes to frequented haunts is a hardship. And I miss my mom. Sad, I know. That's probably the saddest part of this whole fracas. "24-year-old independent child mourns loss of mother's proximity." Film at eleven. And the guy will be live standing out in the dark outside my parents old house. "It was here, three weeks ago, that Stacy said goodbye to her mother. No news yet on how the parents are taking the separation, but Chanel 1 has heard exclusively that Stacy is 'dealing' with the loss only just ... *long pause* okay. Live, in Bedford, back to you Dan."
Even if you don't think I'm funny, I think I'm funny. And really, what's more depressing than a person that laughs at their own jokes?
A person that does not laugh.
Goodbye Bells in April, I will remember you fondly. Rest in peace in the eternal graveyard of internet blogs that went bust...the void of data loss.
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