I cannot believe I haven't even written one post this month and we're already half way through it.
I don't deserve to call myself your friend. I understand if you hate me and want to leave me and you want to spit at me.
Pour tar on me and then cover me in feathers. I get it. I understand.
I understand if you want to taze me in my sleep.
Hey, you wanna come in and nuke me? I feel ya, man. I would open up that door for you. Invite you in. I would even serve you tea with two lumps of sugar. I would do that. Because contrary to what you might think, I really do like you. But you are hurt...I've neglected this blog and you.
Who am I?
What kind of monster have I become?!!?
A jerk, a flake, an unreliable barbarian!
I understand if you're done with me...
PLEASE DON'T BE DONE WITH ME!!!
There will be a blog tomorrow. I assure you.