Daddy Google-bucks

Dear Blog,

I have the start of about 10 different post saved in Word. I am sorry I haven't shared them with you. I still like you, I am just busy, and no one really reads you anyway. So long for now blog, maybe we will be together again one day. 

And by the way, it's not you, it's me. 

Except, it really is you. I am kind of a blog snob now and I have design lust bad. AND you are so demanding! You never post my pictures right! Your navigation couldn't lead a camel to water! I need more, B, I simply need more.
Besides, I can’t even talk about you at work, for fear of my job, and I can’t talk to you about my job, for fear of my job. Dearest blog, I have no desire to be Dooced, and apply for unemployment, so I am afraid this is the end of us for now. Maybe I will visit you every now and then... a proverbial bloggy call if you will.

Good luck, I know you will have no trouble moving on, you have millions of others to keep your RSS feed ticking at night. You won’t even miss me will you? But my ad revenue, you will miss that. You were only into me for my Daddy Google-bucks anyway. I see it all so clearly now. 

Don’t worry about me Bloggy, I will be fine. I have been flirting with a publisher far superior than you, I won't tell you his name, but his initials are MT. He is open to me having a relationship with WP as well. Last night WP leaned over and whispered in my ear... you know what he said B? Do you? I know you want to know.

He got so close I could feel his breath and he whispered "domain names".
It sent a shiver down my spine. 

Oh B, You opened my eyes to the wonders of the blogosphere. You got my blog rolling (iykwim), and drove me into the arms of GR. For that I thank you.

Let’s not leave angry B, we taught each other so much.


I will keep in touch, 

(my netiquette tells me I must)

Toni