before i start, i'd like to say that i don't care anymore if there's even a single soul who'd read this blog. that may be too harsh. true. but if i were you, i won't even waste a nanosecond of my life coming back to this shithole checking to see if the fat blogger has posted part 2 or part 3 or part 79 of his stupid story. no more parts. no more chapters. no more "stay tuned for the next" blah blah blah. just truthful shit from now on (or until i get to clear the air with you people).
there were a lot of speculations on why i didn't blog for the past eleven years or so. and i'd like to straighten them out.
first. i wasn't fired from my job because of blogging. the fact is, i wasn't fired, period. i even got a raise two months ago. that's proof of how much this company likes the bullshit i give them. i take a crap and everyone lines up outside the toilet to get a piece of me. so, no. i wasn't fired. i'm still working for this company i've been in for the past four years. that's a record, by the way.
second. while it might be true that i got bored with blogging so much that i grew a stupid mullet and decided to join the circus as a front act for a band of midgets instead, still it's not enough reason not to blog. but i didn't blog. and it seemed that i threw it all away. and i left you guys in the air. and i'm sorry for that.
no, i didn't grow a mullet. i grew sideburns instead.
no, i didn't join the circus to become part of a midget freakshow.
truth is, my workload increased by four times since may. everyday was like monday. only, it's like monday in hell. i
didn't shave. i didn't eat right. but i'm still as big as a rhino. i'm beginning to wonder if what i have is indeed fat, because it's starting to feel like blubber. yes, the science of metabolism intrigues me... and pisses me off.so, yeah. the work overwhelmed me. it was too much. and i guess it ate me whole. the scary part was i just focused on one thing - making money. but the money didn't come.
and at the end of the day, i'm still stuck with this job that didn't pay much. a job that rewarded politics instead of creativity. a job that respected length of tenure more than talent. a job that puts a premium on "teamwork" rather than individual ideas that create true value. a job that gave me a fancy job-title and issued a set of high status business cards to pimp myself with. a job that gave a corner office with a window. a job that provided travel opportunities. a job that provided me and my family the so-called "financial security" every fucktard with a family needed.
the job.
the work.
the money.
and all the bullshit that came along with it.
no, i didn't get tired of blogging. i was busy with my job. and i got tired of life. i just thought that wasn't worth blogging.
third. i hate drew carey. if i had my way, i'd stick dave attell up my ass instead. then i'd be farting random funnies all over the place. plus, i think dave attell won't mind being stuck in my ass for the rest of my life, which will end in about...uhm, six years.
{this post is getting too long. like i've said, i'll cut it up in parts. but i won't be promising anything anymore. comment on it if you want. }
//i'm out.
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