August 16, 2006
t. s. elliot hates you
I’d write, and rewrite posts over and over again, planning to upload them all week, however, I’d always delete them immediately afterwards. I couldn’t in good conscience, post that emo pile of crap about, how I’m having a hard time finding myself, or how the world stops spinning, I’m numb and dull, and emotionless, and blah blah blah.
They went on and on, and no one needs to be subjected to that load of bull. So, you move past it, and you get up and go to work, and everything’s right with the world again.
I’m a go have a cigarette now.
rant | By west | 10:06 AM
Comments
So.... your therapy is writing blog entries that no one reads... hmm you ought to create a private blog just for that purpose. And then don't delete them and read back over them later.
Heaving F. Melon PHD
Posted by: Heaving Melon at August 16, 2006 08:57 PM
eh thats my actual, physical, non-virtual, leather bound, recycled paper, diary, thank you very much.
Oh, and I only use my caligraphy pen.
Excuse me while i refill my snifter of brandy.
Posted by: west at August 17, 2006 06:09 PM
And the brandy that's a different problem all together. but then again excuse me while I take a drink out of the bottle.
Posted by: Heaving F. Melon at August 21, 2006 01:11 AM
Hmm...If they had a Blogosphere when I was your age, It would be emo crap all the way. I still have all my diaries, too. Someday I'll show them to my daughter when she feels like you do. My hope is she won't feel like she was the only one who felt lost.
Gah, do I sound like some old hag? I hope not.
Posted by: Lori at August 21, 2006 04:53 PM