I want to do some things around here. First, I want to write more, rant less. Yes, ranting is funny, but I want to be pithy, witty, AND BITCHY. Not just bitchy. I also want to update some of this shit. My about me link? Doesn't work. Archives from blogger? Gone. I've been over here at mu.nu for awhile now and I still haven't figured out how to add a new page. I want to update my links (At least THAT I know how to do) to reflect who I really read, and not just who I think I should have linked. I mean, I read lots of people in my links, there's just more that I read every day (Now that I am back to MY COMPUTER) and I think I should reflect that. You are what you eat, right? Also, if you link me and I have been too much of a self-absorbed asshole to notice it, let me know. I'm not saying that I won't be self-absorbed anymore, or an asshole anymore, but probably, I'll link you back. And I won't even say that I'm doing it to reciprocate! Because I don't want to make you feel bad when you come to my page. And I won't label you! Do unto others, right? I'm only going so far with that one, though, because I've done some things that I don't want done unto me. What else do we think I should do around here? Apparently I'm going to have lots of free time on my hands (with no job and what not) maybe I'll even learn how this damn thing works. And by this damn thing, I mean Movable Type.
Funny thing. And not funny ha ha, but funny weird. So, if you're bored, go visit someone else, because I'm pretty damn bored myself, and Momma always told me that a bored person is a boring person. Where was I? Oh yeah. Whenever I got this "itch" before, I always got a piercing/cut my hair/did something drastic. That equals = 5 new hair colors, including pink, purple and the ever popular auburn, 2 sucide attempts, and 3 new piercings (all conventional, thank you Miss Aguilera, but when I got them I swear they were hip! And trend-setting!) ! NOW, thanks to TECHNOLOGY, I can just get a new look for my webpage. Thank God for that. It's like I feel another quarter life crisis coming on. Last year, I had to find everybody that I went to junior/high school with. I was insane with the e-mail. Neurotic with the, we can still be friends, right? What the hell is my problem, anyway? Okay, over it. I talk to ummm....ONE of those people now. And the ones who I talked to before, I still talk to. NOW, I need a new hobby. I feel like I've got ants in my pants (SHUT UP) . Silly me, I was thinking that a Master's Degree would allow me to get a job, but let's not go down that road again, okay? Because if we do, you'll find me in the fetal position in a corner, in the tub. And speaking of fetuses, I have to go to work.
I fully expect you to blame Chad's lack of e-mail for this post. Usually I am able to express these feelings of inadequacy and hostility to him, in a nice way, of course. With no communication. I am unpredictable! frustrated! Wanting to hang from the pigeon netting, still. Like I said, I guess there's no rest for the wicked.
Dear God. Please let me get a job. Amen.
Good luck with the job! Hang in there - not the pigeon netting - just in general. Try to find the pony in that room full of crap. Most people would love to be in an exotic foreign country "between jobs" - enjoy it while you can. Pretty soon you will miss this...
Ugh, sorry shit is so crappy right now :(
I'll blame Chad too if you want.
I'll also help you out with any MT crap you wanna know. Just holler at me. I've got time on my hands too.
Just not right now. Cuz I'm going to slit my wrists over the one I'm working on now.
I feel like I'm in Groundhog Day.
Oh, Alex!! My old blogging buddy. It has been a while. I too am itching for an updated page but it will have to await my return to the home soil in December. Right now I am still sailing the highseas and struggling to find a minute here and there to update my own blog let alone read all of those that I adore. I have a BOYFRIEND and couldn't be happier if I tried. Love your work and can't wait to have the time to get back into reading you!!
Love Raunchy