After a long, drawn out time of waiting to have the perfect story to tell to break my leave from my blog, I finally wrote a post last night. It was long and I was satisfied with it. As I was about to post it, I realized I needed to add a title, and went back to edit. By the time I did that, the blog was erased, and the only thing that had saved was one paragraph of an abandoned entry I didn't like. So I lost my blog, threw a fit, and to top it off, even though I erased that entry, it came back to haunt me this morning, as I just saw that the old draft (the one I didn't like) posted anyways.
So instead of a good (I thought) post, I'm going to annoyingly recap everything I said in my draft last night in bullet points. (The points are hyphenated, work with me here)
-sorry for not writing in recently
-I'm lazy
-I walk dogs at a humane shelter
-"Tiger" the beagle reminds me simultaneously of a bunny rabbit and my dog "Otto"
- I want to adopt Roly-Poly
I'll let you gather from those scraps what you will, and maybe eventually I'll explain. Though to be honest, I really was quite angry at losing my masterpiece last night, and if I were to be a true suffering artiste, I would say that it could never be rewritten, much less have justice done upon it. It is gone into the outer fabric of the cyberspace universe, and is thus irretrievable. Adieu!
