The Obligatory Welcome: Teeth to the Grindstone and Promises of a Dismal Year Ahead
Hello there, cybermutants. This is my obligatory welcome post, which exists now for two reasons: 1) I am lazy and don't feel like writing a real post, and 2) see number 1.
Good. Now that we've got the disclaimer out of the way, I haven't much else to say aside from pointing out that I do plan on redesigning (or designing in the first place) my little electronic nook. I despise default templates, and eventually that distaste will effectively combat my swelling propensity toward idleness. If it is a sin to be sedentary, then so be it. I do not believe in sins.
Hell no. I believe in blood, sex, and leprosy. If you folks ever see those three words used in conjunction on another website under another name, rest assured, that's me--especially if the name has something to do with pharmaceuticals. I've been in the process of abandoning my old haunts, turning over new leaves, and other such hackneyed things you can find in any low-rent coming of age story. I suppose making my way over to tBlog with the intention of testing the waters is simply another event in a long line of attempts to bring me into the fold of humanity. Then again, I am prone to over-rationalizing things. It makes my opinions flighty, spur-of-the-moment abortions that should never be trusted. I warn you now and will warn you again in the future. I am a painfully self-involved narcissistic piece of offal. I am swine. Most likely, you aren't any different so that makes us even. Practically. Empirically. Cosmically. Even.
I have no idea what all that was about, but quite frankly, I'm past giving a shit anymore. It killed some time I would have wasted masturbating again or flipping through the channels until I found Bruce Campbell's new Old Spice commercial. Expression of any kind--even and sometimes especially beating the piss out of inanimate objects--is almost always preferable to letting the brain waves ebb.
So I bid you adieu, and I pray to the gods I have created that future days will be possessed with less prattle and more...prattle.
I forgot. That's all there is.
Good. Now that we've got the disclaimer out of the way, I haven't much else to say aside from pointing out that I do plan on redesigning (or designing in the first place) my little electronic nook. I despise default templates, and eventually that distaste will effectively combat my swelling propensity toward idleness. If it is a sin to be sedentary, then so be it. I do not believe in sins.
Hell no. I believe in blood, sex, and leprosy. If you folks ever see those three words used in conjunction on another website under another name, rest assured, that's me--especially if the name has something to do with pharmaceuticals. I've been in the process of abandoning my old haunts, turning over new leaves, and other such hackneyed things you can find in any low-rent coming of age story. I suppose making my way over to tBlog with the intention of testing the waters is simply another event in a long line of attempts to bring me into the fold of humanity. Then again, I am prone to over-rationalizing things. It makes my opinions flighty, spur-of-the-moment abortions that should never be trusted. I warn you now and will warn you again in the future. I am a painfully self-involved narcissistic piece of offal. I am swine. Most likely, you aren't any different so that makes us even. Practically. Empirically. Cosmically. Even.
I have no idea what all that was about, but quite frankly, I'm past giving a shit anymore. It killed some time I would have wasted masturbating again or flipping through the channels until I found Bruce Campbell's new Old Spice commercial. Expression of any kind--even and sometimes especially beating the piss out of inanimate objects--is almost always preferable to letting the brain waves ebb.
So I bid you adieu, and I pray to the gods I have created that future days will be possessed with less prattle and more...prattle.
I forgot. That's all there is.