An explanation for my overly-lengthy hiatus
Ahem, well you see... ha, fuck you guys, you don't an explanation, I update when I feel like it. Not that I feel like it now... but... stop laughing at me!
Starting over: Ok, yeah, I haven't updated in forever, but you see I have a good reason. I've been dead. Actually I still am, it's rather hard to stop. I'm sure all you dead people know this already, of course, but for the living minority, they rarely seem to realize this. Really now, you people take your lives for granted! You could have been an ameoba! Do you know the odds of being human, with all the different bacteria out there? Lucky you all are.
Ok, that got off track, last try: Alright, I know, I know, I haven't written anything in such a long time, but you see, life got sorta funky, and I just haven't been in the mood. I know, it's a reason as shallow as that, I didn't feel like it, but it's my journal, what'll you do? I don't tend to write about the shit hitting the fan (I think) so why start now? I don't want to end up like one of those whiny emo-type xanga-ers. Those kids bug the hell out of me, what with their "ohhh, woe is me, I'm ugly and I write bad poetry, which is actually genius, but none of you are smart enough to understand it". Seriously, F-ing bite me. Sorry to step on your line there Val. Goddamn, it happened again!
Starting over: Ok, yeah, I haven't updated in forever, but you see I have a good reason. I've been dead. Actually I still am, it's rather hard to stop. I'm sure all you dead people know this already, of course, but for the living minority, they rarely seem to realize this. Really now, you people take your lives for granted! You could have been an ameoba! Do you know the odds of being human, with all the different bacteria out there? Lucky you all are.
Ok, that got off track, last try: Alright, I know, I know, I haven't written anything in such a long time, but you see, life got sorta funky, and I just haven't been in the mood. I know, it's a reason as shallow as that, I didn't feel like it, but it's my journal, what'll you do? I don't tend to write about the shit hitting the fan (I think) so why start now? I don't want to end up like one of those whiny emo-type xanga-ers. Those kids bug the hell out of me, what with their "ohhh, woe is me, I'm ugly and I write bad poetry, which is actually genius, but none of you are smart enough to understand it". Seriously, F-ing bite me. Sorry to step on your line there Val. Goddamn, it happened again!