You know if my blog worked properly_even slightly better, i'de probably always be in a much better mood. It's not easy to know that everything you have done_has been done-so with utterly good-intentions, only to turn around and fint that you've been attacked, hacked, or trifiled with in some other way, and, probably worse still...in all licklyhood there will never be a chance to prove it because everybody is eather to affraid, or, too stubrone to believe in the first place.
Maybe this would be a good place to say: My people suck; instead of down on, Twitter, where i usually do because i just don't get here quite often enough / tee hee
Of coarse it was delightfull to learn that over five-thousand of my peeps have found me at my olf blog, http://theprodigychild.blogspot.com, gosh, i hope that's the right address, bwecause this little-shit won't let me edit_will it/ haha
Anyway, i don't have much need for a blog, if the last month has proven anything to me. All of the people i have issues with, also have twitter accounts. And unlike them, i don't give two-fucks how meny people are following me, or, how meny times i have needed to open new accounts, because, Twitter keeps suspending me for going too far. I am after-all, the Saint of the Internet, and, only use Twitter for the hashtag-service they so amply supply/thank-you.
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