I don’t like this new Xanga.

I don’t know my way around or how to use any of this.

Where am I?

The three men started talking and bragging about their sons. The first man told the others, “My son is a home builder, and he is so successful that he gave a friend a new home for free. Just gave it to him!”

The second man said, “My son was a car salesman, and now he owns a multi-line dealership. He’s so successful that he gave one of his friends a new Mercedes, fully loaded.”

The third man, not wanting to be outdone, bragged, “My son is a stockbroker, and he’s doing so well that he gave his friend an entire portfolio.”

The fourth man joined them on the tee after a few minutes of taking care of business. The first man mentioned, “We were just talking about our sons. How is yours doing?”

The fourth man replied, “Well, my son is gay and go-go dances in a gay bar.” The other three men grew silent as he continued, “I’m not totally thrilled about the dancing job, but he must be doing well. His last three boyfriends gave him a house, a brand new Mercedes, and a stock portfolio.”

Three Latvian are brag about sons. “My son is soldier. He have rape as many women as want,” say first Latvian. “Zo?” second say, “My son is farmer. He have all potato he want!” Third Latvian wait long time, then say, “My son is die at birth. For him, struggle is over.” “Wow! You are win us,” say others. But all are feel sad

Being an adult sucks.

Being a child sucks.

Being a human being sucks.

A hero need not speak. When he is gone, the world will speak for him.

Xanga. Is not want be here you is?

Death is my brother. I do not fear him. I see him in the eyes of the men and beasts that I kill. I feel him travelling beside me to this new land, this Wraeclast. He will take me to meet the ancestors when I am ready, and I am not ready.

2013 is the year where things will happen. This is my prediction.

I just don’t have a glimmer of a shadow of a clue why I should blog anything at all, which would probably explain my inactivity on Xanga. There are no real life problems or suppressed feelings which need to be written out or ranted about. No grand achievements to necessarily be boasted about. I have nothing to be given, nothing of real substance to be said. Perhaps I have become more boring than my former self. May haps I feel as if most things in life are somewhat self explanatory without any need to babble about it.

Really, truely, there is no need to prattle on and on about life stories when they aren’t that entertaining to begin with. I will not entertain you.

Xanga used to be different back in the day. People used to be more active and I felt like there was some sense of community. I probably fell out of the loop, but most of the people I have known either deleted their accounts or have become inactive much like me. It’s somewhat bizarre to have memories of other peoples lives and to have communicated with them without ever setting eyes upon one’s true face or hearing one’s voice. I feel like I’m in a Vincent Price movie as the last man on earth. With a few shadows of former beings lurking about, but nothing quite as it used to be.

We live in an age where you can influence people subconsciously or not, by only typing a few words, sentences, or paragraphs. If you take a moment to just think about it, we live strange lives in comparison to those not so long ago. I have a very good memory for useless things and may remember things that people wrote out years ago. Great achievements, unfortunate events, mundane life stories, and other miscellaneous trials and tribulations. I remember them. Lies and truth, I will not know, but a man remembers.

Need to do stuff.

Blah, blah, blah, keplah. Blip, blop, bip. Boo, pee, poo, pee, oop, see, doo, doo. Zip, zap, zop, zippity, zappity, zoopity, bloop. Because the king of the potato people won’t let me. I begged him. I went down on my knees and wept. He wants to keep you here… keep you here for ten years.