And On The Fifth Day, He Bunned

Hey guys,

Its been awhile since Ive graced the proverbial pages of blidlife with my intelligent musings, however I am back with a vengeance(of sorts). Looking back over the memories which served as the inspiration for many of these alcohol fueled rantings, I get pretty stoked at it.

Sorry, got distracted, google Jos. A Bank Clothiers, best kind.

Anyways Its been fun,



Well, it's been a long run. Two years to the day to be exact. We've come a long way from that fateful night watching blade runner and trying to figure out what was going on. In recent years I've been told that that movie is a classic but I still think it's just too much. It's been a long time since our last post. since the days of patty the pigeon I've taken in a cat, been to the promise land (St. Johns) and we've all been havin' a time.

On that day in september, when I found that little bird at 8-east I reaized something: Life is more than just being a persey kid, sometimes you just have to roll with the changes (REO Speedwagon - You can tune a piano but you can't tuna fish). Sometimes you have to move on, and just like patty moved on (both of them), we have done the same. From Charlie to wee hipster, from anti-facebook to anti-chat roulette, we all have to grow up. And it is on this fateful night, two years after that other night, that we finally say goodbye to Blidlife. We had some good times but we all have to move on. If you still visit this blog I must ask you to stop, as it no longer has any meaning to anyone. So I leave you with a parting note, the best advice I've ever given.

Never swing on the Girv Curve
Girv and Lois