| Alas! I have returned. nearly 3 years in the making. The only people in my subscription list who still somewhat write on here are Barb and Libby. Myspace ruined all this vintage retro[ey] goodness. God damned corporate America. Did you know that Tom sold the Myspace domain to Rupert Murdoch, owner of Fox News Network, for the sum of $550 million dollars?! Fucking pure unadulterated insanity.
You caught me at a good moment. I'm out of cigarettes and if I'm sitting around idly, and not typing, I'll be like "argh fuck  , I need a cig!" But I'll type to delay that reaction, atleast for now. And I'm not trying to watch t.v. cuz that just squashes brain cells. And that is fucking whack. So I'll flex my writing muscles.
I was skimming over my some of my posts on here, and a god damn, what a mess I was. Thought I had the world all figured out, grabbed it by the short and curlys. HAHA so much for that. Me wanting [and thinking I could] buy a Supra. How laughable is that. I was a stoopid 18 year old arrogant asshole. It's funny in retrospect though. Kids...
wow. can wow even be a stand alone word-sentence? Don't sentences have to have a predicate and a noun?
I did have some good, substantial writing on here, even in my youth. my not so youth, youth. A few poems...Corporate Gangster, lmao. do you remember that Barb? Fuck man. I'm glad that every couple years a new social networking site comes along, to revamp your lust to blog and friend request and all that silly frilly happy shit. That gives me an oppurtunity to neglect and ultimately forget the previous site, then return to it, years later, to read my posts, and laugh at my dumbass self. I suppose that's the Virgo in me, that enjoys enjoying my reminiscing? <---An ugly word.
I need some hard candy, take the edge off. I should uust quit smoking period. whattyathink? It would lead to a monthly savings of 140 American dollars. You like American dollars? I like a surplus of 140 of them.
Somehow this post gave me alittle hope for the future. I can't really classify the feeling or how it transfixed upon my soul. But it's like all the hope from the very roots of my adult life has asphyxiated the current madness. It's quite comforting, for now.
I remember leaving our two tickets to this 311 show, in my felt lined storage box in my room. I realized I forgot the tickets half way down the turnpike. What a goon. Kevin was pissed, needless to say. Luckily I had enough cash and good fortune to buy 2 at the gate.
Good Fucking Times.
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