My darling little brother, the one who routinely says he does not understand me and I am completely irrational, left today for the wild jungles of Belize.

He left, terribly excited at the thought of catching someone and bringing them home to do his laundry. He left, a tiny bit scared that his plane would be the first for the airline to crash. He left, grinning at his copious amounts of duct-tape, relishing the thought of taping the mouths of fellow rescue workers/annoying highschoolers mouths shut. Also, when he left, he said he would miss me. MISS ME!

As if that weren't earth shattering enough, he also made me a contributor to his blog, appropriately titled "A Hateful Subconscious". His blog is hilarious and scathing enough to make me look downright nice. (A newer reader to my blog, with whom I spoke to in person, informed me that my blog is very angry. Enough to maybe scare him, just a little bit, of me, as a person, in general.) While I was not given the priviledge of actually writing for it, I was instructed to post his pre-written missives every week. Be assured, if you don't carefully check it out, you will be missing gems such as the discussion of the overuse of the phrase "OMFG" and tiger skinning.

And while you will be missed greatly, we can rest assured you will come back the better for doing your laundry with rocks, chasing down natives and whatever other inappropriate behavior you can conjure.