I find it vaguely humorous, strange, sad, and a whole set of other things that people would react to my last post just as if I'd leveled a volley of insults at them.
This is not one of those moments.
Paraphrasing a certain megalomaniac dictator who got flung into exploding televisions: you can keep your own God, and it really doesn't matter to me whether you believe for the sake of being something or someone or just become a sheep in the grand scheme of things.
(that, sir, is apathy)
whoa... whoa... whoa... if I really didn't care, so some might say, then I wouldn't gloss over details. why do so? well, sometimes you have to unload what's on the edge of your consciousness as quickly as possible so that it won't bother you all day/week/month/year/decade (onore dikeido!).
an additional note: there's a little thing that's called non sequitur - just because statement b follows statement a doesn't mean that statement b was meant to be taken with statement a.
and if you've read far ahead, a post as absurd as this or the one before it should probably not register to anyone's attention, as I am not asking for any.
just looking for ringside seats when the end of the world comes.
in other news, my legs take longer to heal up after DDR'ing. guess that's what sucks about being a house boy all week.
p.s. today is september 11, the day when you get a bunch of sheep and have them hijack some planes then crash them into buildings.