TBA

I wasn't sure what to call this one. I thought about adding it to the previous post, but I figured it could pretty much be stand alone.

So, I intended to take a nap, but that plan epic failed, as is its custom. Instead I wasted about an hour of my life surfing the internet. Boredom prompts me to look up weird things. Exhaustion brings out my emo (though that's technically not what emo is) side. Mix the two together, and you find me in a dark room researching the phrase "I Hate Myself." Shaun, that's what we're calling my emo side for now, Shaun was rather intrigued. I mean, what's not to like about the exploration of your own kind?

So, the search began. First, I stumbled upon someone's post on a website (since archived so no conversation could be started) where the writer went on and on about the perils of his life. He attempted to wax eloquent in his descriptions of pain and suffering. Then he complained about his soul sucking job with his so-called lousy pay. I'm not knocking his opinion about his life. Sure, I could point out a few things that he should consider being grateful for, but I did find the post interesting.

As I continued surfing the treasure trove that is Google search, I found pictures and buttons, t-shirts and messenger bags that carried the same or similar messages. Heck, when I went farther I began to find things that started talking about love.

When I started this post I'm sure there was a point. At this particular moment in time, I am at a loss for what it is, so I'll just tell you later. Or will I?

>=D