Gotta go, friends. I’ve always said that once being extremely online bleeds too much into real life that I need to get away. That’s been happening for about 3 months now, so it’s time to go. There are elections coming up and I need to focus my attention elsewhere.  Skip 2 My Balyess is dead, long live Skip.

He screamed at his computer while mac n cheese dribbled from his mouth. There he was, insisting that he didn’t care all that much while typing out a 5000 word essay on how mad he wasn’t.