:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 8.16.2004 ::

Dear Blogger: You Suck.

Alright, blogger, you don’t really suck, but you have lost three out of my last five posts and, frankly, I just don’t even recognize you anymore. I try to stay away, but I can’t, I always come back, and then you just hurt me again. Why? Is it me? Have I done something, said something? Would you tell me? I know we’ve been on and off for a while now, but I think we’ve got something good here and I don’t want to lose it over some silly server problems. But you’ve changed, man, and sometimes I just wonder...

I skipped the Warped Tour. Instead, I went to see these dudes. There were a lot of teeny-boppers there and I had to ask myself ‘Fred, the next time you see Anti-Flag, do you really want to be standing next to a girl in a Good Charlotte shirt talking on her cell phone.?’ The answer was no, so I skipped it. Whatever. Is it ironic or coincidental that the society and culture that I have become disillusioned with is the punk culture? [I think that’s irony, right? Where have you gone, Dave Eggers...] I now rebel against the current state of punk by wearing ties and supporting WalMart.

It’s been updated and that’s good. It’s long and it’s funny, but would you expect less from my blood? Alright, so we don’t know where her funny genes came from.

It’s been added. Read and enjoy.

My faith in true love has been renewed. Alright, so there’s a lot that has renewed my faith in true love. Maybe she’d like to continue that, eh? This didn’t help, but that was a long time ago. Onward and upward, right? In any case - congratulations to the doctors.

“I said, if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now...”

:: Freddy F. at 10:18 PM [+] ::