RIP Baking with Plath and watch yer heads.

And just like that my most favorite blog in the world IS GONE.

I woke up to the grim text announcing Sudden Blog Death around 10 am after staying up way too late with Christy trying to sponge bathe and sort out a bloodied and battered neighbor we found outside the building around 2 am when we came home.

I KNOW. A lot of confusing and sad things in a short span of time, gentle readers.

I've been traumatized since 2 am now, I do believe. That happens when you come back from a cheerily cheerful Girl Night with your hot girlfriends, and you find a neighbor is so effed up he can barely open his purple, bulbous eyes and his forehead is gashed and he keeps repeating he has no idea how it happened and he needs to find his brother OH JESUS IT FREAKS YOUR SHIT OUT.

I had never realized that I have not seen someone jacked the fuck up that close and personal ever. I guess my fights have all begun and ended with the dramatic throwing of a champagne glass.

The human skull is a fragile thing, babies. Be careful out there.

So I wanted to give a proper funeral for my favorite blog in all the blogotrons (and also say, Bitch. With it, you killed my truly righteous guest post.) But for right now I'm sleep deprived. Staying up till 4 am manically scrubbing blood off the bathtub with Comet while your friend departs with the concussed neighbor to the hospital is exhausting.

So BWP, I will miss you, ol' friend. I always looked to you for inspiration and I was always inspired by your inspiring inspirations. Blogs are dropping like flies these days, but I didn't think it would be you. We lost you too soon.

On the brighter side, as for the neighbor, I hear he's gonna make it. I'd like to bring him flowers when he gets home.