I've said before that I don't like lost causes, but seriously, xanga has pretty much come about as far as it's gonna go. It's like an old, decrepit dog with cataracts who every still loves and pets occasionally, but it's got mange and no one really even wants to touch it. The editors and Asians who run it are trying to shnaz it all up and pretty much make it into something more like facebook or myspace, and I'm getting tired of it.
The comments have slowed dramatically, no one posts anymore, and it's pretty much just plain Dullsville these days. The comments were the best part you know? Damn.
What I'm trying to get at, and I am the master of beating around the bush, is that you can pretty much take this as my last post. It probably won't be, but as of now it is. So I'm gonna make it count.
The Year of Our Lord, Two Thousand and Six, started off with a bang. A pretty entertaining New Year's party at the Arthur residence, and some good talks with the fellas. Some early morning jogs and a lot of sleeping.
Skip forward about a month and it's that that damn Sweet Sixteen party. What a hoot.
Ok. Skip forward a little more. The second season of "Mind of Mencia" starts, and everything after that is downhill. Bam bam bam. A long series of unfortunate events for me, culminating with the Great Schism.
Skip ahead to now. Everything's pretty much leveled off and I'm good n' happy.
The year is long from over and I can't foresee anything not good in the future. I'm looking forward to this summer.
The girls on 8th and Ocean are hot.
I plan on making much better use of my time from now on. I think I should start running maybe. That would be good. Foosball starts soon... and if I'm doing that I should probably have working legs.
Phuck. Leave me very many comments.
The old dog has been taken behind the woodshed, the shotgun is loaded, and I'm just waiting for it to growl at me. | 
