Wow, I'm in a touch of a mood. Let's have a rant.
It will be one year in two days that I shut down the cussoftherobot journal. It will be a whole 52 weeks since I have said anything to anyone associated with that (minus Derr, Stee, and Eh Man! Duh!) piece of pie. And you know what? I feel great.
I don't give a shit about those motherfuckers. I really don't. I mean, yes, I have thought about the good times and the more frequent lesser times, I've read up on their shit and noticed one thing they all have in common: they don't talk about me.
Call it ego, but I thought they were genuine in their love for me.
'Love'. How they spoil that word. They really don't know love. Love isn't a lie, it's the truth. It's a trip to Stratford and bringing back a good time. Love is watching two friends find each other without ever there being envy. Love is a boyfriend who never says die.
I know love. And I love love. Love has found me and I love that.
And be honest, you've gotta love how my rants have a point nowadays.
Love you all,