When I’m drunk enough and narcissistic enough (Tuesdays, for example), I like to believe that that, as one of the first few thousand tumblogs to stumble into existence (stumblogs), someone, somewhere, at Tumblr headquarters still regards this microsite with fondness and keeps an eye on it.
This is, of course, not true.
But on the off chance it is, I’d like to make something absolutely clear to the munificent overlords of Tumblr.
If I ever take the time, effort, and emotional output to write a funny, heartfelt, painful post about what it’s like to break up with someone who you have genuine feelings for and some ‘curator’ puts an official ‘LOL’ tag on it - like a comedically large pickle-on-a-toothpick placed carefully on the artisanal shit-sandwich that is human relationships - I will burn this place to the ground.
I will absolutely set aside the time to do whatever the digital equivalent of scrubbing this site out of fucking existence is*.
Just so we’re absolutely clear.
* exporting it to Posterous.
