Guilt and Violence

Now that I have this stupid blog, I feel compelled to post to it. At least for now. I'm sure it will end up like all my other ventures: abandond (I'm pretty sure I mis-spelled the fuck out of that, yet I am still too lazy to figure out how to spell check) and forgoten. Much like that dog I had when I was young. I forgot to feed it and it died. To be fair, I also kicked it a lot, so that might have had something to do with it.

Anyhoo... I'm off to Albera to go to my cousin's wedding. All the relatives around my age are now all married off. I wonder if I should read something into that. Whatever.

Crap. I should go pack.

Title:

There. Now this is becoming a proper blog. Hopefully, I will encounter a "really amazing person" who will "treat me like shit". And then I will write all about it. FUN! I am giddily awaiting my pain!


Hi Carla!

This probably doesn't read as well in reverse order.

Poem

People SUck
People suck
i am PAIN
pity me
for I am A GOD!

crud

Man. The enormity, or rather, the word that is the exact opposite of enormity (minisculity?) of what I have just done has just hit me. Just. I have a blog. I am one of "those " people. Crud.

I guess I'll have to start writing some really awkward and shitty poetry again. It won't be easy. That stuff is the providence of people in their late teens and early twenties. It's been a while...

yep

Everything appears to be in order. That is good. Now all I need to do is to think of witty things to type. Wait, this is a blog... I don't need to be witty, I can just prattle on and on about myself and other equally meaningless crap. Cool beans. Except there's all sorts of other stuff that I should be writing. Like those reviews for my other web site. And that script. And that other script for my brother. You'd think that his emanent success would spur me on, make me try a little harder. But you'd be wrong. It just kinda makes me a little more bitter. A little more apathetic. Wow. Look at that! Now THAT'S some good blogging. But I really should go write some real stuff. Or study some Japanese so Carla doesn't kick my ass. Or finish that DeLillo book. Or, y'know, finish the work I am right now being paid to do. I'm at work. Tee hee. Now then... there's gots ta be some way of spell checking this. Ah fuck it. At the very least I know the difference between its and it's. Which makes me better than a good bulk of the general populace. Later.

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Boy!

This sure is a lot of green.

It's all about the giggle-tits!

Like the title says, giggle-tits.