Suck My Guac

A wise man, perhaps the wisest of men to ever roam the surface of this mystifying earth, once declared that it is better to burn out than to fade away.  Over the past few weeks, Suck My Guac, the prodigal lovechild of me and Jamie, has appeared to be doing the latter.  This is sad for me, and sad for my audience, and doesn’t do justice to the network of stories and jokes and comments and conversation that our blog has fostered since its birth earlier this year.  But, guys….well, to quote another bygone rock legend: to every thing (turn, turn, turn), there is a season (turn, turn, turn), and a time for every purpose under heaven.

This is all to say that my time as a partner in Suck My Guac has reached its natural conclusion.  Jamie, my intrepid co-blogger, may choose to continue SMG’s quest for enlightenment through personal reflection and written inquiry into the life of young, urban nonprofessionals; or he may choose to drown his sorrows in Ambien misuse, JDate abuse, or gluttonous consumption of his mom’s potato latkes.  That part is beyond my control.

I know that any explanation I give cannot ease your pain in any significant way, reader; you trusted me, you made yourself vulnerable; we laughed, cried, took abuse from Clay, mocked Jamie, and created a trove of memories that will never die.  We really had something.  But I mean, come on—how many times do you really want to hear about the disgusting shenanigans that go on outside my apartment, or listen to my neurotic analysis of dates with guys I have no interest in, or read through painstakingly detailed accounts of my drunken escapades?  It’s time for us—me, you—to move on.

But, continuing in the theme of lyrical wisdom, remember that every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.  This particular ending comes amid several others—the end of the summer, the end of my job (I gave my two weeks’ notice last week)—so stay tuned for door swinging open.  Behind one of these doors you may find a revamped incarnation of my blogging avatar—hopefully just as entertaining, although more directed and less of a drunk idiot (read: something I would actually consider showing potential employers).  I’ll keep y’all informed when I get to it.

I’ll end this post by borrowing sentiments from yet another classic song:  this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, to turn around, and end this blog, pretending I don’t love you.

I love you, reader.
I love you, Jamie.
I love you, Suck My Guac.

-Kate