I think I'm going to disagree about Diagolon.
You should, because I know nothing about it, I just latched on to it and started talking mad, mad, mad, mad, mad crazy shit talk about it, because I liked the word, it sounded like something I would have fun saying to people who -already- have very little clue or capacity to comprehend what I am on about, and...
Hey, any of you tired of me being ON STRIKE? I sure am. Nevertheless, rules are rules, and if y'all wanna go on about "diagolon" as if very aspects of my own life are not equally relevant--as long as I'm not unhappy that is--then, everything goes, right?
So confused now. By the way, I kinda didn't want to go back to Canada, now: I'm indifferent. This will break someone's heart, and namely: idk, idgaf, idc, what? Piss off, blow!
(note: I am frontin' because someone asked me to "forget" about someone and to "move on." Okay, well, I did that. I hope that worked out for anyone as well as it has for me. In fact... I feel downright embarrassed about how great things worked out for Team Advantage.
I don't even have to wonder who was even ON Team Rubini @ GMX.com. Was that even how it was spellled? Was there even a team at all? Well I know one thing for sure: I never really cared, and now I really don't....
and I suspect others wish they could say the same. Scusi, mille regretie. I've moved on... about a micrometer or so in actual distance, although my sides have enjoyed their trip in orbit... many life times, and many times, and obviously will do so again.)
Incidentally, I disagreed plenty. You know what that got me? Permission to sit on my ass and do NOTHING until 9/9... at 9 a.m. Like, oh, okay.
But, I'm the one who is suspicious. Ooohkay. Look, Bellgab, I'm not gonna lie: I'm confused about how to celebrate next, first.
I bet everyone else is too. See? Finally, a place where we all belong. p.s.: Yeah I don't need a job, work it out, ciao!
p.p.s.: Six months ago I was forlorn. And I still am. Six months ago, I don't know what you thought, but consider just how correct most of you thought yourselves to be.
p.p.p.s.: This is not an attempt to contact anyone. For serious. It would be nice to say, "hi, be of good cheer," you know? Oh, but no... because of the... emergency.
I think I can hear sirens! In the future or the past? Oooh! Spooky? Is that a ghost? No, that's just me finding new ways to express irony without being -too- sarcastic. Just to give you all a taste of the Real Me. (I actually can write. I don't have writers' block, and I'm certainly not scared, no... I'm deliberately withholding productive efforts. I will let someone explain the 'why' to most of you.) And that's all you get.
Call in to Robin and talk to her if you need more of me. I gave her all I had to give. Oh, ask her about Deep Dives Ep. o1? Still on my YouTube Channel... that hasn't been taken down on Christmas Day. That's like evidence of... oh, never mind.
I'm beginning to think some of you out there are tryin' to play dumb or something. And it seems some of you have either drafted, or gone pro. Just thought I would mention it.
I'll be crying about how much I miss my mother's jewelry and my collection of vintage porn when you need me, just remember that. I'm wicked co-dependent, materialistic, in denial, the works.
(Yeah, I can't swallow this much bile either. But I gotta give the plebs an illusion of a chance, or, who knows, maybe they'lll kill her again, or she'll escape and run off again, or... fuck, I don't care, I just need to be unpredictable so I don't go to jail. That's about it. Just staying out of jail. Take my dick, please! I heard "the new boyfriend" needs help anyway. Shrug. Toodles!)toteshappy. hope the samekinda, for totesmost every TOWER one else. (note: this is code for someone to be puzzled by, and to not get any money. Aww,shucks.) Look, I just have to be careful what I publish now, alright? lol. llooooll. I mean, I have so much left to lose now. Oh, and Miller is upset with me.
I am of course, mortified. Six months, tub boy, and you're still salty with me. Aawww. Tell you what, how about you call me up on the phone and make some threats that sound plausible... let me know how that goes? Or went? Or... just keep melting down. Because it is far better than sex.
For now. Go on. Melt. Ahhhh, now I'm not spent, but I do feel better, and I hope the same for yoo.