Valmorphonization Nearly Complete
If you think LGP looks different lately, you would be correct. That is because LGP - like many bloghorn blogs - is being valmorphonized into a mojira blog. Now, i don't know what that means anymore than you do, my fellow 'mericans... but there is one thing you can be sure of - and that is that it will save the world from terrorism, so get off your ass and do your duty.
So, for the next few days, if things are a little hinky around here every now and then - if the layout doesn't look quite the same or if the feed doesn't validate... well, you just better remember, buddy - freedom isn't free.
In Which I Struggle to Get Over Myself
Itz sad but i really need this wailing wall. Part of me is sick to death of the fact that i can never suffer in silence. I don't know why but i have to tell complete strangers how fucked up i feel. And man do i feel fucked up. Itz chronic, and there is no cause or reason, which is why i know itz hormonal, and chemical, and quite possibly clinical. Sad part is that this isn't part of my internal self-image. And everytime i realize how lame i actually am, it tears a hole in the fabric of my reality. I don't want to admit it, itz pathetic, but i need my online diary. OMG, i am a fuckin whiner.
I've stayed away, for various reasons, not the least of which was that i wasnt in a writing mood most of this last year. And i think that this is a tad more palatable since i let the traffic dwindle down to misguided googlers, bots and the occasional very close friend who already knows what a melodrama whore i am anyway. So, i wont have to worry about self-censorship, which is good, b/c therez only one thing more pathetic than being a fucking-whiner-melodrama-ho, and thatz caring at all about what complete strangers think.
So anyway, this space soon reopening in the name of all thatz a pathetic wank of time. Mostly b/c in all reality, if i don't vent this childish crap somewhere, i probably will kill people. Or at the very least, accidentally say some of it in public, or at work and in front of people who control my livelihood. It is very important that only the internet knows what a complete loser phreak i am.