and so i wish there was something magical i could say about the return of the ambiguously disgruntled manifesto, but there really isn't, to be honest, except that i intend to forgo capitilization in this message, because i feel like it.

here's where i would probably go into a long-winded explanation as to why its been since JUNE!!!! since i wrote anything 'public' but I don't feel like doing that either... so there (thppppppt!)

here is where i should also launch into a recap of my oh-so-interesting life since I stopped writing or mass-communicating with my ambivalent audience, but that would take far too much time... instead, i'm going to talk about my horrible phone converstaion with my mom a few minutes ago.

Augh! i try to communicate as little as possible with my mom, because al she seems to do is freak out and worry, and what with me being jobless since aug 21st, and being a complete psychological mess of depression and hopelessness, just as likely to "run away" to bend or moab or ft morgan or some such place as actually find yet another in a string of lame-ass jobs that use up another 6-12 month period of my life... jesus christ i'm rambling incoherently, for fucks sake, "life" or "the real world" or whatever you want to call it is an obese slavic leather-clad bitch sporting a 18-inch strap and and telling me to "grab yer ankles, pretty boy!" I may as well come to grips and accept it for what it is... in the immortal words of kurt cobain 'i hate myself and want to die'

wasn't i talking about my phone call with my mom? fuck it, that path is lost

i've got a game to head to, cowboys (and girls) ride em dry!