I'm going to off my online persona in 89 days.
Holla!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Day 84: Eat Mor Chikin, Just Not Today
All I wanted today was a nice chicken sandwich combo meal from Chick Fil A. But when I went out to the nearest Chick Fil A, I saw that it was closed. And you know why? Because of this "God" person that they celebrate. Well, if I knew this "God" person, I really doubt he would be happy with the fact that this restaurant is ruthlessly and mercilessly withholding scrumptious chicken sandwiches from its loyal customers one day each week. In fact, I bet he'd be pissed. He'd probably smite them, if that were the kind of thing he did. I know I would.
But back to the story - no Chick Fil A. Not today, at least.
I was devastated. I couldn't believe it. It really made me want to just go ahead and kill myself, right then and there.
Ha, just kidding! It would take a lot more than that for me to do something like that! I mean - you know, a lot more than why I'm doing it in a few months instead of just getting it over with now. Which, I guess would be for nothing, and no reason, respectively.
Whoo. That just hurt my head a little. I think I've got to go lie down for a while.
I am going to kill my blog in 89 days. Oh snap. What's that? Yes, you heard correctly. I'm going to kill my blog. This writing is not a cry for help. Certainly, it is an incredibly public pleading for attention. It is, though, a fake documentation of what the last 89 days of my blog's life will be. I'm not going through anything specific that has made me come to this. Let's just face the facts. Blogs are hard upkeep. And what is the point to them? We all know that they serve absolutely no purpose. There has been no great e-scam, no great virus in my blog's lifetime and the biggest obstacle has been finding the time for it. So, if I just want to say, "well, it's been fun, but I'm done with this writing bs," then why can't I? I mean, I guess nobody is saying that I can't. I'm just asking that. Kinda ironic, huh? So, I am babbling. Basically, I'm going to go through the next 89 days, pretending like I'm some woman in the real world who is actually going to kill herself. What will I do? Who will I meet? Will I change my mind? Who knows! Oh, and please don't take this seriously. If you want to try to "help" me, just send me money. Srsly. I could use some.
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