Stupid lousy emotions. The Vulcans totally had the right idea. Robots too. Also, the English. There we go; insulted the English, that's the funny for today. I'm going to bed now. Nicole, feel better.
Greetings and salutations interneteers! This is your best friend's best friend, Ed. I'm not above making a weblog, though I am above using "OMG," "LOL," and/or "WTF" in my posts. If I have to mention outrageous monkey gymnastics, Louisiana's only library, or the world's tastiest fries, well, I'll just type the whole thing out, thank you very much.
Sunday, November 07, 2004
You don't have to read this.
As much as I try to run the only weblog in the country that's doesn't feature angst, the sadness has found away to shine through. I won't bore you all with the details, you've got problems of your own, and the mission statement of the site is pretty much just 'Be funny', but yeah. Not in my happy place right now. Sufficing to say, Nicole felt bad for reasons that are none of your concern, and I couldn't help her, even though I wanted to more than anything. So now I feel like crap, which doesn't even make sense because I'm not the one who had the actual problems in the first place! Dammit!
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