For all (two) of you, my loyal blog readers, the time has come. Ignatius, made famous by my first blog entry ever, has fallen. He was my favorite calendar man from the cowboy calendar given to me by HO two Christmases ago. He lasted several extra months, and was my hottest prospect for quite some time. But now that I've discovered a kind, handsome, mature, smart, considerate, responsible, adventurous, caring, sexy, giving man practically in my backyard, Ignatius and I must part. I'm alright so far; thank you for asking. Poor Ignatius is crushed. He closed his page and refuses to look at me. It's for the best, I suppose. Nothing good could come from holding on to our past.
Farewell, Ignatius. You were good to me. But in the words of Scotty-two, I had to trade up. They all trade up.
One love.
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