worse then death

YOU GUYS.

JJWT is looking for a new even kickA-ier job. Bc he is such a grown up and hates fun and me being happy, he is worried people will find this by google'ing us.

{what? Aren't there like a BRILLION Jordan/Jason/Wes/Taylors who went to law/biz/med/dental school and married Tiffany/Amber/Megan/Nicoles???}, sooooo, he's putting the other shoe down and said no more.

:(

I'm not even sad for me I'm sad for you!

Your going to miss the crap out of me!! How will you know what to wear? How will you know how to be? How will you know what's cute vintage and what's ug?? You won't even get to point and laugh at Ruth w/ me!! You won't even get to see Derek's wedding! You won't even get to see Lynzii and I's fight til the bitter end! You'll never know what my new calling will be! What if I chop my hair and you don't even know about it???????? You won't know if Yvette ever manages to get married or how fast JJWT's yet-to-be-formed juice co takes it to the next level! What will you do w/o my oversharing??? You won't get to see Alivyiah TreCole and Tridger Kaegrin's aMaZiNg birthday parties, you won't get to see my daily darling design inspiration, you won't know what to buy or covet or tantrum over and worst of all...

you won't get to meet Brogan, who will be born in May.

THIS IS GOING TO BE SO HARD FOR YOU.

Luckily I've got the sneaky feeling there're about ninety hundred blog's totally inextinguishable from mine to keep you going thru the hard times.

Thanx for reading, for realsies.


Farewell, my e-BFFs, till we meet again in that great anthropologie in the sky.