Mini-Hiatus (aka the Triumphant Dizzle Exodus)

I’m the DiZ: I remember it so you don’t have to.  In my last mini-post I talked about how I was going to prepare a piece about the role of the champions in pro wrestling, but I don’t feel like writing too much right now, so for all negative three of you waiting for it, have fun still waiting.  I’m gonna take a break from blog writing for a bit; not just here but most spots, from my unnecessarily vulgar critically lauded tumblr page that I hardly visit frequent regularly to my lesser known equally loved other wordpress.

Why am I telling you?  Because I can, and I’m awesome, and Mr. Real World stole that phrase from me, the original DiZ, who is also emulated by wannabes that travel with Latina cougars.  When I make my triumphant Dizzle return (hereafter referred to as a “Triumphant Dizzle Return”) I’ll talk about the belts and why they are/not as important as we think (“…and there then a deafening hush of silence fell across the damned ears of the denizens…”).

So I’ll see y’all in a week or so, who knows?  If you want to keep reading my old stuff, do it.  Read it a lot.  If I reach a kilo first I’m gonna celebrate by doing Da Butt to Nina Simone’s Please Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood.  Yes, that IS wrong on many levels…