the eugene bean

I don't know what to do with you. I used to really enjoy writing to you, sharing my thoughts and feelings, whispering my guilty secrets into your loving ears. But then you got all demanding, and overbearing, and The Pressure! I'm not sure I can take it. When I traveled to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, many people spoke of you with kindness. They appreciate you, they enjoy reading you, and you help them to get a glimpse of Oregon life. It felt good to receive those compliments on your behalf, and I couldn't wait to get home and watch you share the joy of New Orleans with the world. But then I got these really cool beads from my grandma (they were her mom's) that I'm dying to create with, and I got some beautiful shells to play with, and I have to fill a scrapbook order and don't forget the all important job of sitting on my ass and watching TV. Speaking of which, did you see Heroes last night? Wow.

Anyway, despite your good intentions, my Dear Blog, you are beginning to feel like paying taxes, going to church, or basketball practice. An obligation. And I don't need any more of those right now. I'm going to keep you around, you've been too valuable to just carelessly delete, but you are officially on the back burner.

I hope you're proud of the job you've done. I will truly miss you.