| Postcards from the Edge of Society #7!!! (collect 'em all) (Watch out Kiddies, this one is uncharacteristically hard!) The Two-thousand and first year of the lord Jesus Christ, 18 July No, I haven't dropped off of the face of the earth, so, lets get on with the update... I tried to find a community of online friends... Well, this was a total waste of time. So, I'm hangin' out at the Sinfest forum, racking up posts, only to find a bitter collection of clique elitists, who shower bitter hatred upon newcomers. WELL FUCK YOU!!! They haven't a clue how cool I am. I share the same interests as these people, the same hobbies, and strikingly similar senses of humor. However, I make fun of a guy one day, for being an internet nerd. Well shit! I have a right to! I'm an internet nerd myself! And no-one could be much worse a digital addict than me! See, I'll make fun of people like myself in a heartbeat, 'cause I've walked in their shoes, lived in their houses, and eaten at their tables. Furthermore, the insults will always include me, showing that although I might be poking fun, I truly am on the same level. Time and again, I've had it proven to me just how cool I am. A couple of weeks ago, I got drunk at a Puerto Rican's party and fell asleep on the front lawn. After I sobered up, I had people coming up to me telling me how cool I was. I'd never met any of these people before, and now, I'm invited to practically live with them... Okay, enough ranting. I finally got lucky.... found a chick willing to date me. Yeah, that's fairly cool, in and of itself, but what makes it wicked fuckin cool, is the fact that she's 35. That's right, baby. Not 19, not 22, not even 28. She's 35, and she likes me because of my attitude. I'm more mature than her 28 y/o Ex BF. Yet more proof of my inherent coolness. I can rock with the kids my age, and talk the talk of the far more worldly and wize 30 somethings. From this point, the only thing I could look forwards to is perhaps winning the lottery. So, to all you Tawas Area Losers who spent so many fucking years making my life hell, to all of you who hated me with all your fucking hearts, thanks. Because of you I've been able to stand on my own, uninfluenced by passing trends. I've avoided the downfalls that my sister is going through, I've risen above the status of a small town nobody, and now, everything I do, helps to save someone's life. Actually, that's not really a good thing, because a lot of people deserve to fucking die, like, all you other people from Tawas. Not that I'm fucking bitter at al you worthless fucking assholes. I just would like to personally see you all torn apart by wolves, wounded angry wolves, with halitosis, so that as you slowly die, you suffer the effects of really bad breath, spending torturous several hours in harsh agony, and then after all that, you get used as shark-food. Peace out Kiddz. Take care, and may god travel with you your whole life, and may your life be blessed. Cameron E Bean THE |>R()|)|GY!!! |