We're Fall Breaking-Up With You

Listen, guys, we need to talk, so just hear us out. First of all, it's not that we don't love blogging for you. We do, we really do. And as far as readers go, you've been great. Believe us when we say that we still love you very much, and probably always will, to the detriment of healthy relationships in the future.

But the thing is, we just need some time to ourselves to get our heads straight. All year it's been "Tell me what Twitterers think of me" this and "Is it true that I GOTTA get fist pounds?" that. We've started winking to keep our eyeballs moist, since it's one blink, and we've missed a human-squirrel hybrid or an unnecessarily crude fallafel ad! Sometimes we feel like we're in fast forward. Like we're still almost doing Hillel Speed Dating. Like all you do is take and take and take.

Right about now you're probably screaming "You're breaking up with me?!" at your computer screen, while getting ready to pop Bridget Jones 2: The Edge of Reason into your VCR and some chocolates into your mouth. But don't get too worked up. Think of it as more of a break. A Fall Break, if you will.

The kind of break where we might still come to you if something really exciting happens, and expect you to do the same. You know, like a break where we might check in tomorrow with some info about new movies you should see while you're wallowing, to make sure that you don't have a chance to forget about us. One of those breaks where we'll expect you to be waiting at the door when we come crawling back on Tuesday. Does that sound cool?

We knew you'd understand. You're the best!