tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-155725692011-04-21T12:36:46.031-07:00stavrosthewonderchickenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088144727001289590noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572569.post-1124430341018545992005-08-18T22:39:00.000-07:002005-08-18T22:45:41.023-07:00<em>Blogger. Shit! I'm still only at Blogger. Every time I think I'm gonna wake up back at </em><a href="http://emptybottle.org"><em>the Empty Bottle</em></a><em>. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>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. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Each time I looked around, the cash-whores moved in a little tighter.</em><br /><br />The wonderchicken waits, scowls through the foliage, and plots the Blogpocalypse. You bastards.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572569-112443034101854599?l=blogpocalypsenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stavrosthewonderchickenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088144727001289590noreply@blogger.com8