how many agaetis byrjuns does one man need.
due to overwhelming pressure from the people who aren't my 'friends' cos they refuse to bow down to the friendster machine i've decided to transfer the whole of this thing elsewhere. cos if anyone should comment it's these people. so here you go, my motherfuckers! here's my new abode:
http://i-am-zen.blogspot.com/
to paraphrase the great rock band, 'here's to all of you who've stucked with us through all the fucking shit. and to all those opposed... hmm, well, hahaha.' now to cross my fingers and hope the friendster people don't read this and send me death threats for having defected. the new one looks inferior, though i can't believe i'm praising something like friendster for design-related stuff. a tad too bright and cheery. and i'll have to say lime green and baby blue really doesn't become of me. oh well. whatever for my motherfuckers that's how much i love you ahahaha. and to further stress the point on how much i love you, i'll have you know that it was a fucking painstaking process that i got all the posts AND comments over. had to make the comments myself giving me fake names. now the posts are no sweat but the i can't toggle the date and time setting for the comments. so as it stands blogspot received 21 comments all sent to the same suddenly immensely popular blog within an hour. but it's alright. cos i love all of you. oh how i love you. oh yes i love you. OH YES OH HOW I FUCKING LOVE ALL OF YOU MOTHERFUCKING SONS OF BITCHES.
during term time they spend their daytime hiding in grottoes and living off sewage fungi and algae. occasionally they slink out into the daylight to get at fresh rainwater dripping off the nearest drain. when night falls they creep right out and engage in the sale of useless trinklets in the red light district or the hawking of dubious-looking sausages in other similarly seedy parts of town. their name is legion and they are many.
i mean, where the fuck do people who do in-between-semesters studies escape to during normal termtime? the whole school is absolutely seething with them now that we're gone.
so i guess this is the last entry being made to this here thing. direct your attention and comments to the new place now will you. or am i only talking to julia again. hahaha (the laughter can be either mirthful or bitter depending on how things turn out).
http://i-am-zen.blogspot.com/
to paraphrase the great rock band, 'here's to all of you who've stucked with us through all the fucking shit. and to all those opposed... hmm, well, hahaha.' now to cross my fingers and hope the friendster people don't read this and send me death threats for having defected. the new one looks inferior, though i can't believe i'm praising something like friendster for design-related stuff. a tad too bright and cheery. and i'll have to say lime green and baby blue really doesn't become of me. oh well. whatever for my motherfuckers that's how much i love you ahahaha. and to further stress the point on how much i love you, i'll have you know that it was a fucking painstaking process that i got all the posts AND comments over. had to make the comments myself giving me fake names. now the posts are no sweat but the i can't toggle the date and time setting for the comments. so as it stands blogspot received 21 comments all sent to the same suddenly immensely popular blog within an hour. but it's alright. cos i love all of you. oh how i love you. oh yes i love you. OH YES OH HOW I FUCKING LOVE ALL OF YOU MOTHERFUCKING SONS OF BITCHES.
during term time they spend their daytime hiding in grottoes and living off sewage fungi and algae. occasionally they slink out into the daylight to get at fresh rainwater dripping off the nearest drain. when night falls they creep right out and engage in the sale of useless trinklets in the red light district or the hawking of dubious-looking sausages in other similarly seedy parts of town. their name is legion and they are many.
i mean, where the fuck do people who do in-between-semesters studies escape to during normal termtime? the whole school is absolutely seething with them now that we're gone.
so i guess this is the last entry being made to this here thing. direct your attention and comments to the new place now will you. or am i only talking to julia again. hahaha (the laughter can be either mirthful or bitter depending on how things turn out).
posted by zen at 10:01 PM
5 Comments:
helloooo!
well..... I feel like a stalker.
And: the part about moving the comments over was hilarious.
oh yeah it's me, julia.
while i went this way how come i see you headed in the other direction. as in you got yourself a friendster blog. or so the email says. in fact, it says you got 2 friendster blogs. haha.
you can rest assured that julia isn't the only one reading your damn shit.
in a week's time i couldn't be bothered to type my comments. i'd probably ring you up to tell you what a fucked up entry that was.
and for the record, i love you too you motherfucking fuck bitch whore.
yes yes don't have to keep reminding us (or is it just me) when you're coming back so that we can call you up and kill your solitude. haha.
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