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it's personal. that's the point. chill out.
That pretty much sums up everything about you and everything I see in this blog. It's all about me me me me me me me me me me me me. You're the only person that doesn't notice it. And that's why you're hearing static and having twisted thoughts all the time. The fact that you think every random thought is worth writing down and displaying to the public is silly and sad.
You know, I wouldn't hear about this issue if I wrote in third person.
Or illustrated everything.
Or sang it over guitars and distorted bass.
Or was this guy.
isn't this your blog? can't you write whatever youwant to write? i'll kick
voterkelly's ass for you. girl, i've got your blog-back!
I really admire augusten burroughs, not only for his way of writing, but
simply for his life, his existence on this planet. Having a life such as
his calls for a memoir. I was reading Running with Siccors during English
class once, when we had to do student presentations, and i laughed. and
laughed. and it was horrible. Just imagine, the class is silent except for
the nervous person up front and me sitting in the corner reading and
LAUGHING my ass off. falling off my chair with uncontrolable laughter.
if you haven't already, read: The Cheese Monkeys, by Chip Kidd.
And for the confused bitch that wrote that stupid comment, maybe she should
re-evaluate what she thinks a blog is.