Who’s slicing onions in here?
I put it off as long as I could. I tried, y’all, I REALLY tried.
But the day we all dreaded is finally here.
I just couldn’t keep doing things . . . as, um, you probably noticed by the distinct lack of things being done around here lately. Yeah. Sorry about that.
Sooo, this is it. THE END. You’re going to just have to start doing things yourselves. Get your own colonoscopy, eat your own cat puke, have your own bacon cremation, meet your own creepy neighbor, create your own strandwich, and you can go to Jamaica ALL BY YOURSELF. Wait, actually I will continue to do that. Back off.
There comes a day in every JD’s life when it’s time to leave her frivolous youth behind and strike out on her own. Wait, this sounds like a different story. Oh, I remember. I’m quitting my blog. I guess I quit a while ago but wasn’t quite ready to make it official. Today it’s official. Sorry, suckers. Also, thank you. For all the love. It’s been so much fun. But without you, it would’ve been lonely and pointless. Not completely pointless, because I would’ve done things and written about them anyway. Why do anything, if not for oneself, I always say.
BUT WAIT! Dry your stupid tears, because I Do Things will be archived and forever preserved in its glory at the improbably titled ididthings.wordpress.com, where you can visit every day and mourn its demise.
And so in closing, thank you again. For allowing me to do all the things you didn’t want to do. It was an honor and a pleasure. In 2007, I became addicted to prescription painkillers, but that is also the year I started this blog. I’ve had many crappy days since then, but I Do Things and all of you brought me a lot of happiness, laughter, and gratification.
Now get off your asses and do your own damn things.