Over It, Over It, OVER IT
For those of you who have emailed and commented checking in on me the last few weeks to make sure the black helicopters didn't get me, thanks but I'm fine. I guess.
I've said this before and I'll say it again: I'm over it. A girl can only yell so much before she gives up. I'm putting my energies into saving cats these days. Why not? Sure beats sitting around waiting for someone to realize how fucked we all are, right?
The can will keep getting kicked down the road. We'll keep pretending like everything is OK. The Fed will keep pumping out the free money indefinitely. Why bother?
Give me a good reason and I'll try. Otherwise, it might be time to move on. Sucks but that's just how the cookie crumbles sometimes.
I'm still here. And maybe I'll feel like yelling some more one of these days but for now, I'm pretty much over it. No one is listening. It gets old after four years, you know.
Just know I miss you all at least twice as much as you miss me.
If you miss me that bad, I still have a daily column over at Going Concern. Otherwise, I'm not really into much else... what's the point? No one listens anyway.