That makes me sad.
I liked being mean to her. She was fun too. Very funny lady. Now she's quitting the blog. I can't go back to tormenting Fr. Z. Well, maybe I can. I don't know what to do with myself now.
I wonder if I had donated - would she have stayed?
Maybe she could go back to Blogger? Patheos is annoying because of the ads - I've always hated that. I don't care that people do ads - it's just too much stuff to look at. It cheapens a blog - like a hooker hanging outside a liquor store with all the neon beer signs and dayglo sale signs and you can't hear what she's saying and you're afraid to go up to her because the leopard patterned spandex yoga pants and heels with the sparkle bra under her jewel encrusted gold embroidered bolero makes you dizzy and plays havoc with your cataracts.
How can she leave the Blogosterium? She's the last blogger of a bigoted bunch I used to like - kinda-sorta - or who kind-sorta liked me - and at least didn't drop me from their links or excise themselves from my Followers app...
Where's that girl with all the promise?
Did she need a stronger hand?
Did she need a lighter touch?
Was I soft or too tough?
Did I give too little?
Did I give too much?
Did I ever turn away?
Was I silent, was I cold?
Was I quick to scold?
Was I slow to praise?
Was her world a little free?
Was there too much of a crowd?
All too lush and loud and not enough for me.