By the time you read this, I’ll be gone. You were good, and then we had bad sex, I broke up with you, then we had make up sex and it sucked, and now we don’t talk any more. It’s so funny how we don’t talk, anymore. I’ve moved my stuff out and what I’ve left behind, you can keep, burn or give to charity. I don’t care. I’m off with my new love, her name is WordPress.
So long and take care,
p.s: if you need to contact me or send mail on, my new address is Steaknife Tuesday