mass suicide.

blogs have been dying on me. many people have stopped updating and there are many ghost blogs out there. trailing thoughts that stop at a brick wall, lead to nowhere, or drop off a cliff. if i were to envision the blogscape that i inhabit it would look something like the shattered eggshell of LA after the nuke went off in the 24 season premiere last monday. pockets of survivors here and there. cobwebs. updates flow in dribbles from broken cracked faucets, not torrents.

what happened? have you moved on? life happens.


my monday:

Jerome: i havent seen you on this before. chill day at work?
me: i got today off. MLK.
Jerome: you dirty slut

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