I know what you're thinking. Picking a post from my own blog goes beyond lazy and straight into lackadaisical nihilism, but there's a method to my apathy. This Wednesday, I'll be celebrating Doomtown's ten year anniversary. Because I'm lazy, I probably won't do anything more taxing then put up a few extra posts, order a pizza, and break open the bottle of Champagne I bought on clearance. Because I know how to party. Ha.
So, in honor of ten years (nonconsecutive in the case of 2007 and 2010) of socially awkward ranty goodness, here is Doomtown's very first post entitled, Welcome to My Hell. The title says it all. Enjoy!
So, in honor of ten years (nonconsecutive in the case of 2007 and 2010) of socially awkward ranty goodness, here is Doomtown's very first post entitled, Welcome to My Hell. The title says it all. Enjoy!
Friday, June 10, 2005
Welcome To My Hell
I
promised myself I would never stoop to starting one of these damn
things. As a kid, I had an obsession with unfinished diaries. I would
see one at a book store, ooh and ahh over the thing. I would buy it. I
would keep it for a week, tops. Then I would throw it in my bedroom
closet to be forgotten until sometime in the next decade when I bothered
to clean my room. There I would find it rotting with a dozen other
journals, diaries, and notebooks chock full of the same old whiny crap
kids write when they're in the mood to write instead of burning their
retinas watching hours of television. And boy was I ever an angsty
little punk! If you're good(and I get drunk or stupid)I might post a few
excerpts from my embarrassing past.
Chances
are, this blog will be just as whiny. The only difference between a
sixteen year old Karma Girl and a twenty-year old Karma Girl is that
instead of bitching about school, acne, and the "incredible pain of
being" she will be bitching about work, her sagging ass, and the
"incredible pain of being annoyed". Be prepared.
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