Here lies Xanga.  A fine weblog...but it is no longer with us.

Gone are the days of simple blogging and journalizing.  Now we must communicate with each other.  We have to "pimp" our pages, and add colors and songs...not just the words of the entry, but now, the eye-catching propaganda.

This blog will simply lay to rest now...with none of its owners returning to tell tales of love, sex, romance, money, greed, sloth, laziness, the pretty flower by the lake, the four inches of snow on the ground, the marriages, the funerals, the championships and losses of favorite sports franchises, the darkness of the night, and the lonelinesses of a dreadful break up...no, these days have ended for Xanga.  It's time to hang up the Xangay blog once and for all.

No one will probably ever read this entry, for no one returns to this website, as it is just an afterthought with the Myspaces and Facebooks of the world reigning supreme.

Here lies Xanga...ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

May the Lord go with you.

And also with you.

A mass apology and an apology to the masses...for they are not the same.

As thoughts have been put in my head for a reason to go on an old rant and diatribe to the masses again, I have to step back and process some information.

I was the one in high demand yesterday, as I had three different occasions as to partake in adult beverages.  I took one and a half of those opportunities and squandered the other one and a half, so that makes the glass half full still, right?

It was at the one opportunity I did partake in though, that I really didn't feel up to.  My two friends, and total strangers, until another of my friends showed up rather unexpectedly.  Now this friend and I don't talk much, but we have much in common, and conversation struck up between us.  It was the longest conversation the two of us have ever had, but I found it to be refreshing and satisfactory.  Interesting to get some points of view from afar.

Now the dilema is, it's a she, and because she and I have conversed like this, I find her very fascinating.  Not fascinating in a physical way, but I'd like to persue this and see where it goes.  I'm not saying she's hard on the eye though, but I feel that I have met a psychological match...something I've desired for a long time.

The first time I thought I had this, she threw sex into the mix, and that blinded me.  This time is different.  To my knowledge, she has no physical attraction to me.  Nothing new, but we can converse...and the conversation is interesting.

Anyway, after this, I got together with some friends to attempt to make a crossing of the river to find gold, but I tired after getting across the river, and sauntered my way back.  As I'm sauntering my way back, in a somewhat drunk, but not entirely drunk, state of mind, I get a slew of text messages asking if I want to go to Kokomo's in Harrisburg.

Now, I don't text message, for that costs money.  As ill equipped with handling money as I am, anything to cut back on the bills is a landmark for me.  I make a phone call to the person in question, and we also converse for a while.  This time, the person I converse with is an old friend, whom I haven't seen in about two years.  We do make arrangements to get together in the near future, but now I have a lot of thoughts I have to break down.

When you're not looking, you get struck in the head with what you've been searching for.

Currently Listening Alice's Restaurant By Arlo Guthrie see related

Telegram Spam sent me a message today.  It said that "men don't know the word fear, they only know another four letter word that begins with f."  This made me think...I should empty out my spam box.

That and all the god damn loonies that roam around this here planet make me wonder if there's much sanity left at all.  I don't get to see much of my intellectual collegues, but then again, if my job was staring me in the face 25/8, I'd be fucking insane too.

I know, I know, I know...I need to deal with it, I need to rise above their pettyness, but it gets very frustrating sometimes.  I deal with backwoods hicks on a daily basis, and it's not the people I work with...sometimes.  I use the word sometimes a lot...most of the time.

I have nothing further, your honor.

Whatchu know about T. Rex?

Currently Listening The Slider By T. Rex see related

Hey girl, come a little closer, cause you're too shy shy...

She told me she'd be my private dancer...you know, a dancer for money...but it turns out there was more than dancing involved.  It would be this way for a few months, just enough for her to get her rocks off.  And then it would be done.  Someone neglected to fucking tell me this shit...I had to find out on my own.

Now it turns out there are other circumstances involved, and I am quick to rush judgement...so third parties tell me.  But, see, these are the same third parties that told me it was a no go...that I should abandon ship, jump off the train, et cetera.  As much as it doesn't hurt anymore, it still fucking stings like fire.

I digress, I digress...this is not the point of this story.  What the point is is there is no point.  The burdons of money have crashed down, and hard.  Not just on myself, but on others in my close circle.  Difference is, they can manage fiscal finances responsibly, I can't.  I'm so fucking broke that the surgeons wouldn't be able to fix my wallet, and if they did, they wouldn't surgically enhance the green stuff in it.

Here's a thing...I'm going to stop eating fast food all the fucking time.  I get the feeling this would accomplish three things, one, I'd have some money to spend...and that's the main thing...two, I wouldn't have to huff and puff every time I go up a flight of stairs.  It was only five years ago that I was able to do a lot for a long time.  That's because I didn't sit on my ass all the god damn time and eat.  I eat at home and I eat at work, and that's not good for me, becuase I'm going to fucking die if I don't stop it.

Three, my cum wouldn't taste like salt...or so I've been told...

Fiscal freedom is on the horizon...I feel it.  Paula White tells me if I pray it, then it will happen...so do all the other phonies on the television...Benny Hinn, Peter Popoff...et cetera.  It was weird, Paula White was doing "Da Dip" the other day...

Man, that Benny Hinn though...what a character...

Here endith the lesson...

Currently Listening It's Martini Time By Reverend Horton Heat see related

No Title!

I scurried home today, to find that some friends had come to call.  They were new to the undertaking that I and some others had started to persue some time ago.  Without fail, I returned their messages with haste, and settled into a slumber...

A slumber which has started with a blank stare more than several hours ago has led me here...

I was grabbed by the collar and spun around.  The gentleman took offense to my being here, and threatened physical and legal actions.  I said to him, "sir, my being here is a result of my slumber, and for no other reason.  Why you are here is a mystery to me."  He called me a god damn arrogant son of a bitch, and told me the proof was in the pudding.  He still had me by the collar.  I responded with the following in prose:

I'm better than you/The proof is in the pudding/But you ate all the pudding/So I guess you ate me.

Then I told the man to get off.

The pornstar lying next to me in bed said, "I'd love to get you off, but your cock is way, way too small for anything that I'm used to.  You're a nice guy and all, but you're just a harmless friend.  We can't fuck, even though you've wanted to fuck me your whole life."

I was not surprised by this in the least, so I wandered away from the computer screen, and back to reality...

Currently Listening Reggatta de Blanc [Digipak] By The Police see related