Did I frighten you? Have I lost you, dear Bleaders?
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? Tizzy turns her lonely eyes to you.
Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.
And I was going to let that be my last blog. My swan song. But then I posted a quote of my own on Facebook--
no thought is that last thought, no emotion is the last emotion, and nothing you write is the last thing you'll ever write.--TiZ
I just couldn't ditch after that.
And...okey dokey...my friend, the Pajama King, did comment in person. He thought discovering my "sick fuck" cured my fuckin' sickness (aka, Die Nie-endliche Atchoo).
I'll take it.
But please don't take off.
Take thirty-two. Rolling and...action!