One year later, I find myself nostalgically looking back through my multitude of mono-diaries and dream journals. What do I seek in these crumbling pages from a bygone catastrophe? Solace in the self-indulgent pleasures of isolation? The forgotten existential musings brought on by the mind of a diseased pariah?
No. Not really. I'm just bored.
Anyways, I don't have mono anymore. I'm sure most people are happy about that, except the people who aren't. That brings me to my next point, actually: rock-paper-scissors is a communist game. In a democratic world, rock smashes all.
Reporting in for the last time, your previously afflicted author bids you adieu.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Blog?
This is stupid. Why would I want to put my cathartic feelings all over the internet only to have them revealed later in my school/workplace/scuba-training facility in the most humiliating way possible?
Because my roomates are doing it, and I have nothing else to do.* Hopefully, though, this will be a mono-blog, and will go away with my viral infection. But it probably won't. Oh well.
*That's a lie. I have accounting homework.
Because my roomates are doing it, and I have nothing else to do.* Hopefully, though, this will be a mono-blog, and will go away with my viral infection. But it probably won't. Oh well.
*That's a lie. I have accounting homework.
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