ANIMALS TALKING IN ALL CAPS

ATIAC will return on Friday, August 24th, when I return from picking up my sexy-ass wife in Vancouver, BC.

You may recall donating to our marriage fund sometime in the grey days where 2011 broke beneath the weight of 2012, and you may further remember this.

That is still a thing that happened, and remains unbelievable despite the ring that is just a hair too small slowly choking the life from my otherwise perennially unnoticed finger.

It’s been four months since I’ve seen her. Updates may be sporadic in the upcoming weeks as we will be doing sex things to each other in a sex-type way, and probably eating food and stuff (though not simultaneously because people who do that are horrible gross weirdos).

To everyone who has helped make the past year the most bizarre and exhilarating rollercoaster since my roaring, homeless 20s, I love you. I secretly creep onto your tumblrs in the wee hours of the night and laugh at your jokes, and I read every note and comment on every ATIAC post. If I haven’t answered your emails it is because I am buried in emails (metaphorically, of course; emails don’t weigh anything) and I have a job on top of putting this book together, but I have read them and smiled, and likely sorted them into folders because I enjoy organizing things almost as much as I enjoy captioning kangaroos for your amusement.

Let’s all go out to lunch or something.

Maybe catch a movie.

Magic Mike is still in the theatres here.

Let me know.

All my love,

Justin V.