It's not you, it's me.
No, honestly, the truth is, I was washing my hair. Really.
I certainly would have posted in the last week, except that, well, look, I'd really rather just be friends with you.
I...I think we should see other people.
It's funny but I've imagined this moment for so long and thought of all the things I might say and now that it's here, I just don't know what I think.
I'm so confused.
You're too good for me.
I like blogging with you, really I do, but it's just that lately, you seem so......distant.
(PS: In other words, I really will post something new again soon, but tonight I'm too pooped to pontificate. I'm going to watch some movie I've seen five times, then pass out on the couch.)