Still in Saigon
Blogger. Shit! I'm still only at Blogger. Every time I think I'm gonna wake up back at the Empty Bottle.
When I was home after my first blogger weblog, it was worse. I'd wake up and there'd be nothing. I hardly said a word to my wife, until I said 'yes' to a divorce. When I was here, I wanted to be there. When I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the Top 100. I'm here a week now. I'm waiting for a mission - getting softer. Every minute I stay in this textbox, I get weaker. And every minute the advertising scum squat in the blogosphere, they get stronger.
Each time I looked around, the cash-whores moved in a little tighter.
The wonderchicken waits, scowls through the foliage, and plots the Blogpocalypse. You bastards.
When I was home after my first blogger weblog, it was worse. I'd wake up and there'd be nothing. I hardly said a word to my wife, until I said 'yes' to a divorce. When I was here, I wanted to be there. When I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the Top 100. I'm here a week now. I'm waiting for a mission - getting softer. Every minute I stay in this textbox, I get weaker. And every minute the advertising scum squat in the blogosphere, they get stronger.
Each time I looked around, the cash-whores moved in a little tighter.
The wonderchicken waits, scowls through the foliage, and plots the Blogpocalypse. You bastards.
2 Comments:
Wow Your first NON-SPAM comment, and it comes from me!
I'm feeling pretty good about it and all, and would like more info on the Blogpocalypse.
I'm spammer number three, you just don't realise it. Some blogocalypse, eh!
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