the end
This is it.
This is the end of everything bitchen.blogspot.com.
This blog is so concerned with what happened in what I increasingly consider the past.
This past is one that I leave behind with my impending nuptials.
This blog may have saved my sanity, but LadyCat has saved my life.
I don't want to think about the issues I dealt with here.
I don't want to know how obsessed I was.
I don't want to know how stupid I was.
I don't even want to know how clever I was, if I was ever that clever.
I've learned the things that I've learned. I don't need to go back and relearn them.
I've learned a lot of things without the aid of this blog.
I've learned not to put too much ink on a press.
I've learned that top soil washes off of clay.
I've learned that not all liberals suck and not all conservatives are right.
I've learned Tony's List is a good one.
I've learned that violating too many rules on Tony's List will render a blog ineffective, even if you want to continue.
I've learned that a blog is not more important than people.
I don't need to share my new life with you as I find it fascinating and wonderful, but you'd find it boring as hell.
I am guilty of what I charged my blogging mentor of: being happy rather than being interesting. And that's okay.
The most true thing I've discovered is this: Interesting personal blogs only come from emotionally single people. Refute it if you can, but you won't convince me.
Since I've typed my first character in this blog, I am the least emotionally single person I have ever been.
Don't look for me to come back.
I don't foresee myself being emotionally single again.
Ever.
Really.
This is the end of everything bitchen.blogspot.com.
This blog is so concerned with what happened in what I increasingly consider the past.
This past is one that I leave behind with my impending nuptials.
This blog may have saved my sanity, but LadyCat has saved my life.
I don't want to think about the issues I dealt with here.
I don't want to know how obsessed I was.
I don't want to know how stupid I was.
I don't even want to know how clever I was, if I was ever that clever.
I've learned the things that I've learned. I don't need to go back and relearn them.
I've learned a lot of things without the aid of this blog.
I've learned not to put too much ink on a press.
I've learned that top soil washes off of clay.
I've learned that not all liberals suck and not all conservatives are right.
I've learned Tony's List is a good one.
I've learned that violating too many rules on Tony's List will render a blog ineffective, even if you want to continue.
I've learned that a blog is not more important than people.
I don't need to share my new life with you as I find it fascinating and wonderful, but you'd find it boring as hell.
I am guilty of what I charged my blogging mentor of: being happy rather than being interesting. And that's okay.
The most true thing I've discovered is this: Interesting personal blogs only come from emotionally single people. Refute it if you can, but you won't convince me.
Since I've typed my first character in this blog, I am the least emotionally single person I have ever been.
Don't look for me to come back.
I don't foresee myself being emotionally single again.
Ever.
Really.