Blogeration

Having a “blog” has proven to be fun, therapeutic, and really friggin annoying. Do people actually judge their worth by whether or not they are linked on some website somewhere? Is it like friendship bracelets from middle school? I have half a mind to get rid of all of my links, not to sound shitty, but give me a break. I have like 13 up there. All of them are links I check at least 15 times a week. (Some like 500 times a day). If I am not amused I do not come back. If I’m slightly amused I bookmark the damn thing and I come back. If it becomes a habit, I put it on here for everyone to see and I love it like a real sweet peach. Links which stick, reflect me in some way and I like that. It’s simple. I don’t want to fall into blogigation—where I end up with 400 links and only about 3 of them do I actually look at. I come here to vent my fears, empty my head and laugh. I love the people who speak on here they make me snort with laughter, daily. It’s not a popularity contest to see who can get the most hits. If it were I would be in near last place, happier than a pig in shit, smelling some other huffing pig’s ass while they wiggle themselves sweaty (woop dee da doo doo). Think out of the a href=popularity. I love you. I love me. Let’s all eat pie. (Before you assume I am referring to you, I am not).

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  1. Every time I think of you
    I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue
    It’s no problem of mine
    But it’s a problem I find
    Living a life that I can’t leave behind
    But there’s no sense in telling me
    The wisdom of the fool won’t set you free
    But that’s the way that it goes
    And it’s what nobody knows
    well every day my confusion grows

    Every time I see you falling
    I get down on my knees and pray
    I’m waiting for that final moment
    You say the words that I can’t say

    I feel fine and I feel good
    I’m feeling like I never should
    Whenever I get this way
    I just don’t know what to say
    Why can’t we be ourselves like we were yesterday
    I’m not sure what this could mean
    I don’t think you’re what you seem
    I do admit to myself
    That if I hurt someone else
    Then I’ll never see just what we’re meant to be

    Every time I see you falling
    I get down on my knees and pray
    I’m waiting for that final moment
    You say the words that I can’t say

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  2. look I just deleted Tobyjoe. Oh no! he might beat the bite off my face.

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  3. if people judged their worth by the number of people who visit their blogs, i’m a pretty worthless kid

    oh well.

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  4. first the hair then this, what are we going to do?

    :)

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  5. I am SO curious as to what spawned this one!

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  6. i’m still on the list, that means everything is fine. FINE I SAY!…

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