One Year Extragamavanzasplitaculariffical

 

Despite your encouragement, Blarah, I soldiered on with my blogbitions.


Little did you know your words would feature so prominently in one of my early posts.

And so I blogged.


All the sadness in my heart spilled out onto the screen, all the desperate grief and disillusionment.


It broke me to write those early posts.


Have you ever taken out your guts and flung them at a loved one? Posts like this one were my way of doing that.


When I was finished, there was nothing left of me.


 I was empty.

Then, people started to visit.

And suddenly I felt immense pressure to dance. 

 


And dance I did, like a little monkey of drawing and writing.


All of you have been clapping so wonderfully and whipping bananas at me.


Thank you.


My most visited post: It's not a short bus
Someone Stumbled this post and gave me like 30 million hits. That was cool. Feel free to Stumble all of me!


The post that I do not entirely hate by now: Evolution is real, I am proof
This one I drew in like three minutes on a total impulse. All the rest of my posts annoy me now, I guess because I have to spend so much time with them.


In fact even this post is really running out of gas.


Crappy extragamaplasmaticversary.


I am grateful to all of you readers and commenters.


I try to respond in a timely manner but I know I miss some, please don't feel unappreciated.


Well.....sooooooo....um....man this awkward....shew, this weather...with the sports....and the doing stuff outside...and the people at the...those people who....do all that...all those things....yeah them


I can't think of a tidy ending, so-