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I Hate Everybody Who is Not Here.

or,
Tell Your Friends They Suck.


With some exceptions, like this post, I think I've been putting together something pretty cool ever since I got back to posting in April. And yet, in all that time, how many people have commented? Six. Even if one in ten people who read this blog respond to it--don't ask me where I got those numbers, they're completely arbitrary--that would mean only 60 people have read anything here in three months. The rest of you not reading this don't know what you're missing. You make me cry angsty tears of almost justified sadness. I hate you all.

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  1. I read it when I remember to, which isn't often. Although I like the look of blogger.com, it just doesn't seem to have the same feel of community as some of the other sites. Maybe that's just me, though.

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