Ugh… I almost feel as if i was following some sort of fad, like when I bought me a furby.
Yes, a furby. I bought one. Problem? Tell it to my assistant. Her name is Fukoff. She’s half russian, half japanese.
It’s not the first time I do this, as a matter of fact I used to do this exact same thing on an old notebook I had lying around, which, of course, I had to destroy. Wrote some pretty nasty, hurtful shit on that one. Dark time, were those (circa 2000). I only kept remnants of the things I liked, which in turn became part of the essays I’ve published, once I distilled all the venom and chopped off some of the whining.
However, there was one other person who ever read that little notepad from hell. Now, I have the advantage of spreading a daily (if I feel like it) dose of pure, unadulterated BITCH. Yes, I intend to bitch and moan in here. A LOT. Why? because people get pissed off when I do it in person. Here, if you don’t like it, tough, buddy. Either write me a hateful comment or click on the pretty red X on the top right (or on the other side for you damn dirty mac users).
I need to rest so I’ll begone now, and wait for Morpheus to wrap me in his arms, and lift me up, and lick my ear and… Ok nevermind. See you next post.

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