Series Finale

Here it is, what I like to envision as the long awaited 100^th post for The Badly Written Sitcom. Sadly, this is also going o be the Sitcom's final episode. No, I wont stop blogging, apparently no force on earth can do that these days, but I'll just be doing it somewhere else. I've had this problem with writing here, as I've taken the precaution of not naming names. At least in the other blog I'm starting, I get the chance to let it all hag out, since the only people reading it would be those who took the time to search or whatever.

Another of my many reasons to switch is the fact that I am in a far different place now, emotionally, mentally, philosophically and spiritually, than I was when I started the blog. I've blogged here on good ol' Friendster for a measure of two or so years now. I don't really know, but with the drastic changes I've undergone, I just thought moving on would be a fitting thing to do.

Let's just backtrack a bit and look back at a few key points in my life now, all covered by the blog one way or another. I'm 25 years old, going on to 26, though I shouldn't have. I've had a heart attack, a number of hypertension attacks, got run over at least thrice that I remember, and I survived all that. I've been to the North, and then to the South, then back to the North again. I have been a college student, an amateur film maker, a TV slut, a tour guide, a phone monkey, a smut peddler, an educator, and now, an actual writer. I fall in love a lot ad get hurt a lot. And I have been known, on occasion, to enjoy a drink or two.

I've chronicled in this blog my meeting with Mick Foley, watching the fucking Ja Rule concert, my friendship with the Hidalgo Boys, The Scoobies, The Ultimate Production Machine Albert, and The Angels, who I now join amidst the heavens, among a host of others. I've exulted all the people I care about, and insulted every single one that I don't. I've had a couple of crazy former lovers, gushed about love at an extreme level, reminisced and looked forward, and I've told the stories of countless glorious weekends.

I'm a different person now, like my profile says. I don't even wear the sunglasses anymore, neither do I walk around dressed all up in black like I used to. But I still wear the old jacket, I still smile the same old smile, still raise the old middle fingers and still throw around the old”F” word like it was my fucking birthright.

From the first post, which I wrote in a dark editing room in the wee hours of the morning, to this one, written in a well lit office in the wee hours of the morning, I've had some constant readers which I would like to thank for at least making me look forward to writing and waiting for comments and reactions. So thank you, Resty, Ivan, Jeff, Tina, Althea, RJ, Riza, Leven (yo! Contact me. Let's get sinful.), Bianca, Edverlyn, Kathy, and everyone else I've neglected to mention cause they either never commented or I just forgot.

Do still check out the Hidalgo Boys blog, right here on Friendster, and thegeekrevolution.wordpress.com (I am pimping that site like a cheap whore, I swear), and my rare multiply posts.

It's been a great two years of shilling out my bullshit and knowing that there are people out there willing to read. Peace out, bitches.

Comments

[-TinaLee-]

Hahaha! You pulled the same stunt that I did, 2 months ago! Good to see you're finally taking this blogging thing seriously.

Does this mean I should delete your link at my blog: http://theblindrage.blogspot.com/

??? Dayum.