Someone Out There Cares

Haha, you've all been sold out by a single person.

For a while I've been wondering who I've pissed off, who I've alienated, and who is no longer tlaking to me because of something I have said in this blog.

But then, I got an instant message from someone who absolutely loves my radical views-- or at least the comic value therein. Apparently, my angush makes her feel better about herself, or something. Whatever it was, she was glad to tell her friends about it last night.

I guess this makes it like my first season in junior hockey... I'm bouncing around form team to team, living in a hotel in Winnipeg, and my mother (yes, the roadrager, herself) was telling me to give it up, and come back to school. But there was this one voice who kept telling me she knew I could do it. That one voice was all I needed to keep going, and she carried me through.

I have a similar story for my second year of juniors. Different friend, same result.

Never underestimate the power of friends in your life.

So, as I continue to soil the internet with my vast spewings on meaningless banter, you now know there is another person to blame.

Someone call Al Gore, and tell him just what has become of his invention. I'm sure he'll be glad to know what has become of it.

And so for now... I leave you to the misery that is reading my ill-conceived, 'what the hell were you thinking', 'how much alcohol have you had tonight', 'did your one working brain cell finally give out', 'why do you hate America', 'who is Tarzan now', 'do you honestly believe what you say', socialist/communist, heretical rantings.

Why? Because somebody out there likes it.






Happy Birthday, Andrea. And your cell phone battery is low!