Wednesday, August 30, 2006
revenge
I have a beef with you, America. It is that you make people wake up at ungodly hours, to the jarring, unnatural sounds of an alarm clock, just to get by. Screw that! You probably weren't expecting someone to STRIKE BACK, but that's exactly what I'm doing. For the next two paragraphs, I'm going to let YOU know how it feels, America. Please read this in the middle of the night:
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GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK Okay, I've reconsidered. I guess America isn't the only place that makes you wake up early or do other things you don't want to do. Maybe I just have a beef with human existence, except now my anger is so unfocused that it has dissolved like so much career ambition in the face of America's unforgiving corporate landscape and now I'm angry again, all in the same sentence. Thanks a lot, America.
I have a beef with you, America. It is that you make people wake up at ungodly hours, to the jarring, unnatural sounds of an alarm clock, just to get by. Screw that! You probably weren't expecting someone to STRIKE BACK, but that's exactly what I'm doing. For the next two paragraphs, I'm going to let YOU know how it feels, America. Please read this in the middle of the night:
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GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK GRONK Okay, I've reconsidered. I guess America isn't the only place that makes you wake up early or do other things you don't want to do. Maybe I just have a beef with human existence, except now my anger is so unfocused that it has dissolved like so much career ambition in the face of America's unforgiving corporate landscape and now I'm angry again, all in the same sentence. Thanks a lot, America.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
who started this blog?
so a lot has happened since last time i posted, i guess. i drove across the country, got broken up with, am writing this on a brand new computer, etc etc. it reminds me of the fact that a whole different guy started writing this blog three years ago with a bunch of lighthearted nonsensical posts that completely baffle me, to be honest. i'd love to keep blogging, but i'm going to need a new template, at the very least. i don't think blogger even has this template anymore. the internet is no place for half-asses.
i'm not ready to be confessional. i'm not capable of being comedic. i'm not inclined to be political. i'd love to just keep exchanging the occasional comment with the fellow bloggers i've met, but i feel like i'm reading your innermost thoughts while giving you an occasional non sequitur, and that can't be right. i wish i knew what to do.
should i keep blogging? should i start a different blog? i'm sure that a survey of the two or three people who might respond will yield the right answer. yeah.
so a lot has happened since last time i posted, i guess. i drove across the country, got broken up with, am writing this on a brand new computer, etc etc. it reminds me of the fact that a whole different guy started writing this blog three years ago with a bunch of lighthearted nonsensical posts that completely baffle me, to be honest. i'd love to keep blogging, but i'm going to need a new template, at the very least. i don't think blogger even has this template anymore. the internet is no place for half-asses.
i'm not ready to be confessional. i'm not capable of being comedic. i'm not inclined to be political. i'd love to just keep exchanging the occasional comment with the fellow bloggers i've met, but i feel like i'm reading your innermost thoughts while giving you an occasional non sequitur, and that can't be right. i wish i knew what to do.
should i keep blogging? should i start a different blog? i'm sure that a survey of the two or three people who might respond will yield the right answer. yeah.
