Have I mentioned I hate all this social network linking? (Of course I haven’t, I’ve made like six posts on this thing). Regardless, that’s one of the main pros of the internet- social anonymity. Maybe I don’t want to link my XBL profile or my Steam profile or some weird porn site to Facebook so everyone I know doesn’t think I’m some kind of serial rapist/murderer. Besides, to me the point of the internet is to disappear from the real world and sink into a virtual one where I control what happens. It allows me the chance to be king of my own domain. A sense of order where there is chaos. A place where no one is superior to me. A place where I can be… myself. Now yes, different sites have different rules, but they are rules that are impossible in the real world. Many of the sites I visit relish at the sight of Goatse and Tubgirl. It’s more accepted than rejected. I have no need to let anyone I know IRL find out I’ve seen that. I’m actually paranoid one day I’ll accidentally hit one of those “link to blah blah profile” buttons. God knows how long I’ve have to spend committing internet suicide. My internet life and my real life are two separate entities. Think of them like proton streams. Now you understand why I don’t want them to cross.

Seriously. I have no clue. And their pages keep borking. I’m guessing Tumblr has the same problem with spam as most other sites with words on them.

Rubbing alcohol + fire

Energy drink + sleeping pills

Caffeine + nasal decongestant

All of these I’ve found out the hard way.

I might update this actually now.

Some of them are actually interesting accounts of my life.

       You my remember a day from your childhood called Pajama Day.  Pajama Day was a thing of wonder.  It was a day when you could break free of the oppressive bonds of the rules and wear your sleeping clothes to school.  I remember I had one in kindergarten, then another the next year when I was in first grade.  It was only logical that a third would happen in second grade.  And this is where the story begins.

       I don’t actually recall my teacher ever mentioning that we would have a Pajama Day.  I guess it was just something we were supposed to assume was an event.  Like Christmas or Halloween.  An event that was absolutely positively going to happen.  My sister was a grade below me and I remember one night her saying she was going to have a Pajama Day the next day.  I’ve never had the best memory, so I just thought I forgot that Pajama Day was tomorrow.  I convinced my parents to let me wear my pajamas the next day.

       Now the thing with my pajamas- quite frankly they were much too small for me.  I’m talking like the sleeves went halfway down my limbs before ending.  It was like I went to bed wearing them when I was five and woke up three years later.  Regardless I still wore them.  I had a Goosebumps sleeping bag with me, as I remember the previous year we could bring them.  So here I am, with my two-sizes-too-small pajamas and my Goosebumps sleeping bag as I walked into class.  It was then I noticed something rather strange…

       It was quite obvious I was the only one wearing pajamas.  I felt the stares of my classmates, of my teacher, of my father standing behind me.  He figured out that I needed some real clothes, and promptly rushed home to bring me some.  I went to my desk, unrolled my sleeping bag, threw it under my desk, and got in it, thinking I was the most awesome kid ever.

     Best Pajama Day ever.

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DO IT

Tumblr’s not showing my picture.  Imma blame everyone else. 

I THINK IT’S TIME TO BREAK SHIT.

EDIT: I like how I rage and it magically fixes things.  God I love the internet.

Is a Tumblr?