It has become increasingly clear to me that, as valuable as they are to do, my posts on self-loathing do not belong here.
I've often wondered what I should do about this, as I consider self-loathing to be at crisis levels, not least of all in myself. I mean, I'm even seeing it in really hot, successful people. Oh yeah, it's that bad.
To that end, and to spare the gay nerves of Mr. Barr, Mr. Gagne, and especially Mr. Davey, I've decided to move all such posts permanently off this page and onto an entirely new page entitled Self-Loathario, where I hope to help people to learn to love their yuck. After all, it's our entire lives that make us interesting, and not just our good stuff.
Of course, in order to maintain brand synergy, I will be referring here to material on Self-Loathario often, so watch for that as I with my trade school marketing know-how attempts to create some kind of cross-platform appeal. At least I think that's what it's called.
I'll try to keep it light, of course, since when I am not wracked with self-loathing I'm actually a fairly funny and positive person. Also, the site will deal with some heavy things, so the right tone will be everything. The last thing I want to do with such a site is to add to anyone's problems.
One thing is for sure, though; I can't help anyone who doesn't want to help themselves.
I guess that's why I didn't start sooner.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
OMG: I Just Told Off A Hottie
It was such a liberating experience, I may change my name to Simon Bolivar.
What a rush!
I won't reveal who he is; unless, that is, he really starts to piss me off, at which point I might spin it into a series.
Next on Fox: In the tradition of Hannity & Colmes, it's Hottie & Troll.
I mean really... Anyone who puts "fat jokes" in their profile under Interests has it coming to him in a big way.
What a rush!
I won't reveal who he is; unless, that is, he really starts to piss me off, at which point I might spin it into a series.
Next on Fox: In the tradition of Hannity & Colmes, it's Hottie & Troll.
I mean really... Anyone who puts "fat jokes" in their profile under Interests has it coming to him in a big way.
My Current Wallpaper: Vancouver Skyline with cranes
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The Gay Bomb?
British television scientists are feverishly working on creating the gayest episode ever.
No longer content with Little Britain and Graham Norton, they've written a part for Kylie Minogue into Doctor Who.
Once the episode airs, they predict random widespread DNA mutation, following which the eight straight guys who like Kylie and the seven straight guys who watch Doctor Who will all fleshpile.
No longer content with Little Britain and Graham Norton, they've written a part for Kylie Minogue into Doctor Who.
Once the episode airs, they predict random widespread DNA mutation, following which the eight straight guys who like Kylie and the seven straight guys who watch Doctor Who will all fleshpile.