GO FUCK YOURSELF. Seriously. I danced on your grave on this cold, bright morning.
If you read this idiot blog on a semi-regular basis, you might come to believe that I’ve been dealt a pretty strong hand. I’ve got a great wife, two daughters who love me unconditionally and I have some interesting hobbies that are pretty innocuous. All true. (I occasionally spend a bit too much on a rare book, but at least my vice isn’t whisky. Or whores. Or gambling. Or all three.)
I don’t reveal a lot of dark matter in my blog, nor should I. Some things are not fit for public consumption. But take my word for it; 2008 was a bucket of raw, untreated sewage poured slowly over my head with an end-of-year grand finale that I’m still trying to come to terms with.
Good riddance you parasite. You fraud. You’ve leached my happiness for 12 long months and I’m glad you’re gone.