I got texted again:

Wat.up.bitch.cn.u.tel.me.who.d.lykz.g.hz.mate.wants.2.knw.plz .

I.dont.know.what.ur.talking.about. I replied:

Dis Tawhai?

They said:

Hey huz dis an hw u gt ma num

@*%?$+%!

So I tried to do some writing today, and it sucked hard, so no post. On the other hand, I had time to (try to) write! Yay! In your face, work! But no post.

I learnt a new word today. I mean new, as in, someone made it up. Tumblelog. I had two thoughts.

One, suck. What’s the point in having a blog if you don’t get to inflict your unfounded, ill-thought out opinions on the internet?

Two. Click Here is like a Tumblelog. I am becoming that which I (as early as five minutes ago) despise. What I mean by this, though, is that I am, if you will, microblogging, in my “small note” attached to each link. Eventually those notes are going to get so long that it will replace my blog entirely. Circle of life, yada yada.