To all concerned: We here on this here blog thing are going to try to start fucking with catagories, so that all my reader can enjoy re-reading all her cherished moments and favorite tales here at Barlies At The Beach.
Due to a lack of any federal funding for this great project and the lack of any real substance in any of the posts here, coupled with the fact that our wonderful fan probably reads all this shit once and has no need to go look any of it up, we doubt this project will ever be completed.
But yeah, gonna start trying to think up tags and shit anyway. Cause I'm horribly fucking bored. Obviously.
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Yeah, this happened.
ReplyDeleteFunny story about catagorization. A few years ago, that ugly monkey guy somehow got added to my MSN (Tristan?), I think via Tylar or someone like that. I thought I'd be helpful and give him some advice, because he was a pretty emo kid. He asked what qualified me, and I described his personality based on the several lines of text we'd exchanged, and given that every emo kid is pretty much the fucking same, I apparently nailed it, and gained a worshipper for a few weeks. Remember that one week in highschool where he stopped wearing black and tried to smile? Yeah, that was me.
Of course, I lost interest and thought I'd never see him again after a quick block, but eventually ended up point out what a prig he was on Facebook. He obviously didn't remember my name (which was usually just a song in regards to MSN back then), and probably immediately categorized me as "asshole jock" or something, never the wiser to the fact that I was briefly his mentor.
Poor kid.
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