Moving?!!

Yes, it's true!
As with the many changes that have happened in my life since my last entry, so comes the changing of the Bubonic Plague Luncheonette.

Update your bookmarks, gentle readers, for The Bubonic Plague Luncheonette will be moving to a new host site - already the slow migration has begun, as you might be able to observe from the apperance of several old entries on the newly constructed site. I am still working on the new user interface, and hopefully shall be able to improve on the aesthetics as soon as I get my bearings.

As for me, well, I am afraid that I have grown tired and weary as of late - like bad post-nasal drip, I'd recently been experiencing massive drainage from a relationship gone horribly awry, and am only now really beginning to recover. Unfortunately, the recountings of many an eventful post-breakup bender, along with surly drunken remarks, and one particularly ire-induced entry entitled "Nice Going, Uncle Chester" have been lost (though seeing as I have the half-finished entry staring at me on my desktop, I may yet feel inclined to complete it and post), as I did not possess the creative fortitude required to document the quality raging you have come to expect from such fine online publishings as the Bubonic Plague Luncheonette, as well as recover from this particularly distressing time of heartbreak (though, I dare say that at this moment, I no longer regard it so much heartbreak as relief that I am no longer bound to be with a man who can't treat me with enough respect as to not immediately run off and bang an artificially-sweetened broad with a pocket of air between her ears named Harmony - oh laugh if you will readers, I shit you not - less than a week after breaking up with me). I assure you, Tucker Max would not have allowed himself to post mere half-assed remarks, and I, to follow in the spirit of such literary craftsmen, shall do likewise. Nothing but the purest of distilled single-malt rage for my readers. However, as I am making my recovery, rest assured that with time, regular entries shall return, as obnoxious as ever - potentially even more so given that the latest model I've upgraded to in the suitor department is nearly my equal in terms of raging assholism, and not only enjoys my drunken surliness but encourages it.

Thus, forward and onwards. To my friends, coworkers, and plague-ies alike, here's to a future of many more drunken nights, harrowing office antics, and Plague entries to come. Special thanks goes out to Chmrr, for his many gracious years of hosting this humble forum of character assassination. And to Jerrod, my dearest, a screaming case of genital herpes. May the pustules on your hoo-ha forever be a reminder of your decision to fuck a saccharine imbecile who farts kittens and sunshine. Really, my dear, you were right. It never would have worked out between the two of us. You like 'em dumber than I could ever be. It must make you feel like such a man to pork something with the same conversational abilities as the dick you stick in it.

Further bulletins as events warrant.