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What a crock.

A two-year long retirement from the internet resulted in a veritable shitstorm of unpredicted damages ranging from the forgetting of passwords to the loss of contacts. Incidentally, I have had to pick up my toys and move to a different location because the good folks of Geocities refuse to give me a replacement password that works -- maybe it has something to do with them being bought out by Yahoo.

I don't know anymore, and I don't even think I care.

Everything's become a bit too hard to swallow these days. I turned another milestone in the annals of geriatrics -- I'm well on my way to the ole' bitter folks home in the sky. I'm surrounded by imbeciles who never have anything intelligent to say, bad music, horrible poetry, shitty movies and a general lack of alcohol and quality drugs.

I don't think I'd do drugs and alcohol if I had the chance anyway, it'd probably go a long way to taking the edge off of things. I remember there was this one year that they threw me into summer school due to lack of credits back when I was in high school (the second time around). I had an entire bottle of these nifty painkillers that the doctor had given me that I'd saved up for my *Really Bad Days* -- because I have so many of them. I became a veritable drug addict popping those things because I couldn't handle the noise, the ceaseless talking and the bad music.

It's nice to have cushioning, innit?

So, from where I'm at right now it seems like everything is falling apart -- the mind being what's last to go.

Isn't that how insanity starts?

Hmph.

As things are right now, I don't know where I'm going to have this serviced, or even if it's going to make it up at all. Right now I'm simply penning this out because there's nothing else to do. The video game I've been playing religiously for the past month and a half on my Playstation came to a close last night.
I really hate whenever I finally conquer a really long video game.
I mean, I always end up watching the credits in this pensive daze wondering to myself: "Now what am I going to do? My life is over..." I always find a new endeavor in the end, though.

Maybe therein lies the secret to staying sane, just keep your mind busy long enough to hatch some heroic scheme to escape the hell that you're in at the moment.

That or I'm simply talking out of my ass and none of this means anything...

I had a girlfriend some time back, but I haven't spoken to her or to a whole lot of people in general in the past three months. I refuse to return messages, I'm never around when the phone rings (or on-line when someone tries) and I always find a way to dodge people who come knocking on my door. I'm hoping that she's given up on me because the two of us are vastly different creatures.

I want to go home.
Time to move along.

What we have here is another useless examination of self-brought on-line for the perusal of anyone who can click a mouse. Painted on the side of a barn for your abject enjoyment. Stay long enough to enjoy the scenery, leave if you don't like it -- drop me a line in any case, lord knows I could use the company and the break from the crapperload of junkmail and porn-related e-mail that I get.

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