So I've been reading a couple random blogs the past few days. Y'know now that i have one i feel somewhat inbedted to at least acknowledge the miniature, malformed culture that is growing around them. I've come to the decision that they by and large suck a baboon's anus. I came across soo many that were just like "hmm, had cheerios for breakfast, one of them was kinda hard. I'm considering picking my nose today, need to make sure that noone sees me"
(btw, my computer freaked out and just deleted the rest of this paragraph, it was immaculate, beautiful, i cried when i read it. You'll have to make due with what i can remember in the next five minutes)
Except it was waay less entertaining. All these people, putting so much uninteresting drivel on their weblogs that it made me dizzy with pancreatic cancer. I swear people wouldn't put such lame crap in their own paper diarys, why should their blogs be so much less worthy; are they trying to kill people through inducing depression?
Is your life limited to the boring crap you do each day? Is your esscence reflected in the random, tedious tasks you partake in? Is your identity determined solely on what you waste your time doing because you can't think of anything better? Is the cold, bleak four wall physical reality of your job or whatever all you have?
I couldn't stand it if i were limited to that.
And another thing, pointless rants are even worse!
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