[ 10.21.2002 ]
..sheet... it published 'em both... blog it, I don't mind. I'll be back to correct the punctuations and such crap in aweek or two. Meanwhile, save the animals - eat people!
Mr EagleOwl [5:52 AM]
Blog you!
The bastard bloggers who write updates daily and have care for visuals and technical superiority of the blogs of their's compared to others are lame fucks in desperate need of violent gang bang on their posh ass holes that is the sole factor their persons consist of. Blasted! You... blogging blogs!
It's been a while since I wrote a line. Paragraph. Passage, what ever. I just haven't found the time for writing or something. Probably it's more likely the ideas I've been short of. Or then I haven't bare myself to ask you witness what has been going on in my mind. Or then it's just the aforementioned something. The same with my more traditional diary. Memorabilia. Journal, you know - the damned thing I've written daily for the past decade. Eleven years? No, a dozen of years, more or less.. I have payed attention to other blogs and found out many of these are being updated more frequently than orders for milkman. More than daily. All the time, as if it was the only life they got. Get real, or get a life - some wondrous living, I'd say, having all those fancy opinions and stories to tell all the time. If I sound a little cynical now it's only because I run in a chit-chat to some very disencouraging notes made on my blog - which isn't even linked any too wide on the top 5 coolest bloggers sites. It's not linked at all! I don't advertise the bloggy end of my life anywhere round their fancy blogs. So these creeps are just as unlikely to run to my poor, shamefully language challenged and twise a week updated blog. Weblog. Virtual diary, you know - the damn thing. Not that it would have made me too sad, but preying on less blogging-oriented blogs still seems just a bit awkward. And annoying. Immature. Does a virtuous pianist make a good impression of himself by mocking on those who are over thirty and start taking lessons? No! Even if he was concidered a truely original master of his instrument, he was still concidered a git outside the concert hall. Probably he'll end up having his fingernails done in the thrash grinder of sink by his wife, the idiot bastard son...
The Significant Other of my life told me to get one. Not a son. And no, not a blog - a life. She actually
did once mention a friend of ours had got a blog instead as she was too depressed to afford a life but let's forget about that. When she last time came badly round the bend for me being a pathetic, depressed and moody piece of shit she told me to get a life. No, that's not what she said literaly, that's just how I felt for it. This was because she had read my blog and I sounded even worse than the actual state of mine, which probably made her feel her role in my life is shadowed by a self-pitied sick, moody bastard I am. I hadn't even been that depressed or anything in my own opinion, but then again when you're really out of your mind it's not you yourself anymore who is given authority to make a diagnosis of your state, is it? Yes, this is one of the lame things I have thought about writing for an apology before having second thoughts. And then I just sit and think of writing instead of just writing, when I think I'd be in a jolly mood for spatting a few words. Usually I'm in one when I write, but lamentably I still manage to sound a sad git. Maybe I just can't help it. Maybe it was better if people had'nt got a chance to get to know what I think? Regrets for writing this son of a blog? Hell no! Wasn't it even worse that way, being down enough to give in for demand of genaral conformism. After all I had thought about quitting this damn thing I don't have "enough time for", but concidering how much negativity it can create with so little effort, I decided not to care. I just write, no matter how I got interpreted.
And now I'm off for a vacation I have deserved after working without a proper one since january. Tonight I'll be at local venue to see Coil - yee-haa!
I owe an sincere apology to all those who have been ofended by whatever I have written, and I would like to bid them a merry eternity in hell! My beloved Witch woman is an exception, to whom I am in great debt for everything. For some bad moments too, possibly, but still I feel I have to thank her - for everything.
Mr EagleOwl [5:45 AM]
