August 26, 2013
I deactivated my account this morning not in a pathetic passive-aggressive attempt to make you wonder if I was forced to do so by a top secret agency or my mom, offed myself, eloped with a Great Dane, or any other highly likely scenario. I am busy with work and didn't want any distraction (yes, you are all that riveting!) and I didn't want to be sad over dogs. So, I reactivated just to say that today I typed a name even better than my old favorite (Tequila McGee): Bronko Arsenic. (That's a person, not a Williamsburg store.) You're welcome.