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Howdy ho! Is this a fucking hoot or what? Damn, we're going through some very fucking interesting times online here, aren't we?
That's the amazing thing about the internet. You can't fucking hear irony or sarcasm.
If you ever need a quick pick me up
just stick my balls in your mouth
Can you tell I'm listening to the South Park CD again?
Well everything looks pretty much the same here, but the big fat huge difference is that I'm html-ing all of this all by myself! I'm a grown-up now! Aren't you all so proud of me? Go ahead, congratulate me!
Basically the deal was, I upgraded my version of America Online and the simple, easy, baby-step program I was using upgraded too. And it sucked. In addition to being very fucking slow and unweildly to use, for some dumb ass reason, it made underlines whenever I made a link. Now look! Cool huh?
Speaking of Spunker, you guys gotta check out the BBS! I finally fucking pissed off a celebrity! Isn't that so fucking cool?!
All right, all right. Was it one of you guys? Me and Kitsune can't figure out who the hell posted it.
And yes, I'm gonna link my fucking brains out!!!!!
Look Ma, NO UNDERLINES!!!!!!!!!
Now all I gotta do is figure out how the living fuck to post up images. It still doesn't really feel like home without my MPAA R rating on the front page.
God, I'm just so farking proud of myself. I can't stop gloating. All right, all right, lemme just catch my breath.
Actually, this is a little harder to write with. I mean, since I was using that baby program, I never really had to think and keep track of all this bracket shit. I could just ramble ramble ramble. Now I keep having to add those stupid tags. I lose my train of thought. Choo choo.
To be perfectly honest, there's something I really want to write about, but umm, suddenly everything is so fucking touchy. There used to be something so innocent and pure about sticking your journal online; romantic even. (The idea of romanticism, not the two people-fucking-in-candlelight romanticism.)
But now... I don't know. Things are really fucking changing, getting real snappy even.
There's that saying. You tell someone a secret, that someone MUST tell at least one other person. I understand that a certain lack of respect is a given, that's not out of the ordinary, it's simple human nature, but shit, what happened to the good old days when folks just talked behind each other's backs?
You know who I've been really fucking missing these days? Localboi. I miss all of that hardcore, pidgin English, thug amping. I'd amp but I'm just too tired and too fucking old these days.
In Dreams was actually a really well done movie, but the thing was, that whole serial-killer-through-the-eyes-of-an-innocent-person plot? We've seen it before so there was no real surprises.
