sorry

Ok, if anyone, anywhere, besides this guy and these guys is actually reading this thing called an interweb then I would like to take this opportunity to apologize.

First off, I lead you on. I made you believe that I could keep this up. This would be so embarrassing to type if not for the fact that you fundamentally don't exist and I'm just here minding my own business.

Daddy needs a drum kit. Okay, here's a little test. If you actually exist and you're not like google or yahoo and are just a figment of my imagination who runs away everytime the news machine says there's something wrong with the market with the stocks, then just pick up the phone. Or email me or something. I don't want this to be like that hot chick I knew in high school. We were friends. We talked. Then when I came home to my parent's house one weekend when we were all old and broken, she took four words from her filthy pocket and painted them on the wall. Those words were...

"I can't believe the crush I had on you in high school. I completely worshipped you."

"What?"

"I had such a crush on you."

"You did, of course you did."

Of course the entire time, are you machines even paying attention? You figure out the rest and contact me if you actually exist. Combs, if you still exist, I miss you and I'll buy you a diet coke anyday.

[EDITORIAL NOTE] I'm just kidding, we don't actually have an editor. I can't believe the CFL has instant replay and fbs doesn't have an editor. Is the CFL doing better than us financially? That's embarrassing. Cripes, I'm glad I wrote this editorial note or I would have never learned what's missing. Anyway, the point to this whole thing was to just say if you aren't actually a figment then I'm sorry I don't change things here as much as you may like. If you existed. This is such a difficult conversation...stopping.