This being Livejournal and all, I thought that the following announcement would be best articulated through the quotation of some obscure pre-post-emo-core band's lyrics... but honestly? Jay Z said it best.

[sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you

As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise

I'm out. Moving to Sydney at the end of this month, into an as-yet not found apartment with Ben, doing admin for an insurance brokerage in the CBD.

I can't wait to get home from the 9-5 grind, kick my shoes off, loosen my tie and spark up a fat doobie with the cunt. Oh, plus Sydney will be cool too.

Let me assure you that I'm incredibly melancholic about leaving y'all. And let me assure you that this fuck is most definitely going to visit you guys. Canberra crew represent.

I also insist that you mooch accommodation off us when in Sydney.

Anyway, plans for a farewell party are in the works (probably either the weekend of August 26, or the weekend of September 2), and let me assure you that I don't mean 'farewell party' as in 10 people casually sipping away at their drinks - if there isn't vomiting, substance abuse and promiscuous activity in the sewing room, I will assume that you guys never liked me in the first place.

Yippee-ki-yay, motherfuckers.