But whatever. I'd /really/ like to write again, but I've barely got the time now, and with my joining track soon, I'll have even less time soon. I thought I'd explain, then, why I'm on vacation.
Look at my old posts. If they were music, they'd be punk. They're about discontent, anger, and (in some cases) depression. I've run out of things to be angry about, you see. "But wait," my inner cynic sings, "there's no end of things to be mildly angry about." Well that's true, sourceoflikehalfmyproblems, (that's his full name) I've stopped coming into contact with them. Not fully, of course, but I no longer find "oh em gee I luv mah gurlzzz" at the top of my Facebook feed, formspring has been beaten back to the unholy depths of hell (from my perspective, anyway), and I've stopped taking calls from my psychotic fucking exes.
Of course I still run into the fucking hipsters, casuals, zealots, and Shannon occasionally, but not enough that I can get past my self-mandated fuckhuge post length.
And yes, there are plenty of funny things to write about yet, but I wrote a post about some crap on facebook or another lately, was about to post it, and then realized it was a complete rehash of earlier facebook posts. Such things happen when you write really long posts, but that puts me at a disadvantage now, because, as I've noted to everyone each time it's brought up, I'm all juiced out.
I might do guest posts from time to time on Justin's blog, though, that'd be pretty neat. He's great, by the way, check it out.
That aside, I'm on vacation for, well, assume forever, because it's gonna be a while.
