Adios from the Man Pad
It is with great sorrow that I type this morning. This is the last porn site I'll check out/time I'll set any fantasy lineup/opportunity to have an actual dwelling to be alone in post I will ever publish from Shelter Bankmeister. Once this post is up and available for all of you fine cats to not read, I will disassemble the old computer, load the last of my belongings into my pimped-out ride, and be gone.
Not forever or anything. I know.
Scary thought, eh?
It's been incredible. I'll miss the top half of this house about as much as I will all that other trim I never got to nuzzle up to. But such is life.
Things will be wonderful at the new abode, though. With the wife lurking above, I'm sure to have countless hours of time to create posts, scour the Interwebs for images, and pretend like it's all something severely important that demands solitude.
The view has been sweet from within these walls. I can only imagine how marvelous it'll be from the new locale.
