HOW THE FUCK DO YOU UPDATE THIS THING

oh.

Alright.  I don't usually use this thing, obviously - I enjoy writing much more than blogging, and when the urge to take a self-indulgent dump on the Internet arises, I find livejournal to be more useful in every aspect. 

HOWEVER.  Tonight I happened to browse through a few Xangas.  And the biggest thing to strike me was that with a lot of the kids I detest - their journals are full of entries about depressing teen-angst fests such as getting drunk, self-hatred, and cutting. 

Jesus.

I then started thinking about this whole "B-BallAss" affair.  I will be the first to admit that I've probably been a bigger asshole than that many times.  However, the pure persistence and mean-spirited behind this was disgusting to see.  Not only was it not funny in the slightest, it was also cruel.  To whoever made that Xanga: fuck you, asshole.  Ash has far more integrity and, on the whole, is a far better human being than you.  You should be ashamed

Anyway.

My point of this rapidly-unravelling post was that with those kids I dislike, the ones I constantly harass and mock - I don't know you.  I don't know your personal life, but I got a glimpse into it tonight.  Maybe some of you are drama queens, yeah, but that doesn't make the way you feel any less legitimate.  And I've been down that way before.  Maybe not as bad (or at least not as public about it), but still - I have an inkling as to what you've felt.

So.  This is where we stand:  if I've ever pushed it too far, well, I'm sorry.  I'd like to think that what I do is just good-natured jackassery - that I practice some sort of restraint.  I don't want to be compared to, say, Britz.

Don't expect me to make any huge changes - I'm not going to walk on eggshells simply for the sake of keeping your egos intact.  If, however, I am pushing your buttons when you're at the end of your rope - bad day, relationship troubles, whatever - let me know, and I'll back off.  I guess that's what I'm saying. 

Cheers.

HAY EVERYBODY

GUESS WHAT

I GOT A LIVEJOURNAL

IT'S NEAT

I TALK ABOUT MY CAT SHITTING AND DAVID BOWIE AND FRAN DRESCHER'S VAGINA AND EVERYTHING

GO SEE IT IT'S KEEN

HEY LOOKIT ME

HAY

Hello? 

..is this thing on?

To celebrate my new blog, I wrote an angsty poem, because I'm deep and brooding and shit.  I call it "Sorrowothica."

Oh God the Pain

I hate David Blaine

I hope it shan't rain.

Now watch me never post again, fuckers.