the clog

I may possibly very likely be in trouble...

The worst couple of words to hear from any girl is "I'm not mad. I'm amused". In common english that may mean anything from "I'm not mad" to "I'm mad, but I'm not going to tell you and find small ways to make you life a living hell". I know this because I once had to live among girls and document their communicational lifestyles for National Geographic. Too bad they picked that Jane Goodall broad's documentary over mine. The jerks.

Anyway, if you have been following the blogspeak for the past couple of days my blog has been found out by my group of friends at college starting with Gothchic (not real name...not really a goth person either. But she's usually mistaken as one, so I'll go with the flow this time) and later by Red. I suspect that F told her since I, in a moment of madness, told him of this blog. So, to recap: FRed knows (there is no more F or Red. There is only...Fred (dun dun duuuuuuuuun)), Gothchic knows and at this rate the rest of the known universe will know. And yes, that probably will include Aunt Lucy's magnetized plastic goldfish. The horror!

So far there hasn't been any sort of retaliation for anything I may have written in my earlier posts. At least, no APPARENT form of retalliation. Unless you count the time that a bird decided to poop on my freshly cleaned car. Could that have actually been the work of Red? How insidious! Her madness knows no bounds!

Oh, and here's another thing that I noticed. I was trawling through my previous posts for inflammatory posts and such that may have needed censorship (which didn't really happen because I got far too lazy to find and delete anything. Besides, if I did decide to delete something then I'd have to continue deleting. Something somewhere pretty much manages to offend someone). Anyway, as I was saying, I was trawling through everything when I found that most of the comments HAD MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEARED! Coincidence? I think not! What we have here, readers, is a pattern. Red might very well be on the warpath. Red, if you are reading this post I never meant anything that I said before. Honest! It...it was a moment of weakness. I was younger and more foolish then! Please stop sending pigeons to poop on my car!!

Rumoku 0ut!