Dear Blogging...

Okay, what do you want me to say? I fucked up. I was immature and deserted you. From April to October you were left to fend for yourself in the ever increasing circle jerk world of hipsters. But let's put that behind us. I've come to my senses, and if you'll have me back, I'm yours. Let me be your shovel to sift through the shit that life piles upon you. Let me be your steadfast bearing on a cynical soaked compass. Let me tickle your computer keys and be the foreplay that leads to your mind cumming all over itself. Please take me back, I need you. I don't know why I ever left you in the first place. I guess I just didn't think I could handle the pressure. You can't deny you're a very demanding partner. One has to be committed to be in a relationship with you. In the end, in my heart of hearts I just knew I couldn't live without the cool blue glow of your electronic embrace. Well that... and this also added a little inspiration. He certainly makes a compelling case for your credibility. Anyways, like I said, if you can see it in your wires to take me back, then we've got a ton of catching up to do. I can't wait to tell you about everything you missed. For now though I'm going to get back to this book I've been reading.

Humbly Yours,
Dr. Kyle Gerrard Stark The First