I'm not going to apologize for the fact that I have not posted for a year and a half. Nope. Not going to.
Anyone who had followed me not doubt has forgotten who I am. I sometimes forget, myself. But as I stated in my second to last entry, I don't post when I have nothing to say.
Naaah, I'm just fricking with ya. I had plenty to say. I just forgot xanga existed. Facebook overtook my life. But then I realized that my family is on facebook, so they can monitor what I say. That inhibits my mind. Thus, I came back to xanga. But no one remembers me, no body is on xanga, etc. So, I came back now simply so I can speak into... thin air. An air that's frosty with emptiness, ripe for the warmth of words.
Ooo, I gave myself Buddha chills right there! Buddha chills are when you're fat and you say something so deep you get goosebumps. Buddha chills, everyone. Buddha chills.
This means there ought to be Confucius sweat, too.
The logical thought sequence would to proceed to Socrates farts, but I won't go there because I'm mature. So mature.
I sure hope I'll have stuff to say in the future. Hello xanga, I am your prodigal son. I hope you run to me with open arms.
Chill, you spazerts.
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