

3. more hijinks:
things to do before I die
the comment factory
sweet letter nothings
mad, mad, mad speakeasy
beloved consorts:
Frankie, Lydia, Erik, Julia,
Sarah, Joan, Stephanie, Miya,
Phil, Ryan, Beto, Jasmine,
Dan, Kristin, Lauren, Simon,
Rumi, Craig, Kelly, Stacey
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Monday, September 20, 2004
In all brutal honesty, the very idea of a hiatus makes my blood curdle. (You gotta admit that curdled blood is pretty darn brutal.) However, judging from all the empty space around here this month, it certainly looks like I'm taking a hiatus whether my insides curdle or not. How long will it last? Who knows? Awful, no? So let's chalk it up to another year of college and busy-tude, ardent fans. Don't fret; it's just for a while. I won't desert you. That's the thing about hiatuses -- I've always frowned upon them as a form of desertion. Hiatuses are for quitters. And any true blue webber should always manage, somehow, to keep from quitting. That's sort of why this is here: a wan and text-based testament to perseverance. Who said the internet is dead? |