Not that anyone cares. But just in case *someone, somewhere *is wondering, in an idle sort of way, while perusing a sequential threads thread: “Wait, who is this ****ing ***hole with 8K posts?”…
I was Martian Bigfoot. Ugh. Screw that guy. I am now [Hitchhiker’s Guide Reference]. I feel much better now. When did I last post? About a year ago? I had to go on a trip to Mordor, to fetch my pants. I now have pants, which is a massive improvement. Maybe I can even go on dates now.
How are things around here? It looks like the monkeys are running the zoo. Avatars? Really? I actually like the vibe under the current management. It feels like the teacher left the room, and now everyone is sitting around having drinks. Well, whoever is left, I guess. It’s a bit post-apocalyptic, but in a chill sort of way. The party is probably over, in a certain sense, but, you know, there are those guests who still refuse to leave. There’s still some beer left. Someone brought pizza. And in the morning, we’ll clean the place up. Who knows what might happen? Most likely, everyone will wander off when the sun comes up. But there is still a feeling of possibility.
That’s here. Although I might be projecting. I just walked in, so what do I know? As for me, I’m on fire. I have pants! Do you guys even know what is possible when you have pants? You can leave the house, roam the universe, maybe experience some romance. Get kidnapped by the Uzbek mafia. Meet some friendly goats. It’s awesome!
As for the neighbor, she shacked up with a different neighbor while I was in Mordor. True story. But never mind that. I’m looking for a new apartment now. New beginnings.