Since I already gave my cheesy good-bye announcement a couple weeks ago, I'll make this short-ish. This is my last day as the editor of Jossip, and more or less my last post as blogger (if I'm not crawling back to Hauslaib in six months begging to intern for him because I forgot to change out of my pajamas before going to work). So I guess I should say something.

It really is hard to say goobye. (I've been writing this for like an hour now.) Mostly because writing for Jossip was a dream — granted a dream I never planned for, but a pretty kick ass job all the same. As fab as it's been, though, I was finally lured away by the big guns and their fancy health benefits. Plus, this 3,000 words a day gig is really starting to drain me. And you really deserve someone who can make you laugh and spell things correctly and look good in pictures.

I have no idea who's replacing me (probably a duck) but I hope he or she has as much fun as I did. Oh, and I swear I won't sell out too much — if you ever see me sipping japtinis with Jessica Joffe at Cipriani, you have written permission to punch me in the face.

If you need for something that doesn't involve punching me in the face, however, you know where to find me. Hitting on media nerds at Von.