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Alright people, let's be blunt:  A good 80% of the content on this site sucks.  Mine is no exception.

Recently, I've seen a lot of "art" consisting of MS-Paint doodles, some "literature" that is nothing more than recycled teenage angst, and a fair amount of "templates" which are shoddy and half-assed.  I have no problem with any of this.  What I do have a problem with are the people who watermark, copyright, and provide prints for this shit as if it's the greatest work of art to grace the Internet.  Let me be clear:  You are not Da Vinci.  Your art sucks.  You don't need to say "THIS IS MY WORK DO NOT USE IT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION" because believe me, nobody is going to.

If you do manage to create something amazing, then by all means you, as the creator, have the right to protect your work.  But not everything that you crap out in 5 minutes is ground-breaking.

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On a lighter note, chicken curry is amazing.

ADDENDUM:  Vaginas are not art.  You are not Georgia O'Keefe.

Sometimes in life, you don't want to forget a person, but you don't want to remember them either.  It's tough, I know.  I've found that the easiest way is to think of them like a photograph.  Think of them in the best light you can, and take a mental picture of that moment.  Keep that picture with you for as long as you live.  No matter what that person has done to you, when you finally cut him or her out of your life, there's no going back.  The most you can do is keep that person in your mind in the best light.  As morbid as it sounds, think of them as if they had died when you stopped talking.  There is nothing you can do to bring them back, you still feel for them, and all you can do is move on and remember them the best you can.

I hope this helps.

I have one birthday wish this year.  It will never come true.  Ever.  The only thing I want, I can't have.

It's raining.  Couldn't ask for more suitable weather on a day like today.  I walk to my car silently, by myself.  No opening the passenger door today.  No popping the trunk and dropping in two backpacks and a messenger bag.  No.  I just throw my solitary back pack in the passenger seat.  Why not?  Nobody will be sitting there today.

I turn on the car and the radio blares to life.  I turn it off.  Not today.  I listen to the radio with her.  She's not here.  Silence today.  No laughing, no talking, no teasing.  Just silence.

I don't get into the turn lane.  I don't merge onto 36.  I don't rev the engine on the entrance ramp to see her smile.  I don't pretend to be driving a dog sled to make her laugh.  I don't take her to her house and carry her things inside for her.  We don't go inside and hold each other on the couch.  I don't go home feeling loved...

Instead, I go home alone.  Alone.

6 months...

6 months in this hell.

Why did today have to come around?  Why could I not have just slipped into a coma yesterday and not woken up until tomorrow?  That would surely be a better alternative to this.

What is today?  Today a great medical breakthrough has been made.  Today, I have officially survived 6 months with no heart.

6 months to the day.  I noticed this morning what day it was.  Ironically, I was in the one place I did NOT want to be on this particular day:  church.  With HER.  Talk about fate.  It was a Sunday then, and it's a Sunday today.

At this rate, 4:32 today should SUCK...