So apparently, the comment spam monster of the internet has found my site. Normally this wouldn’t be as annoying, because the spam monster just spams old posts that I don’t really check up on anymore. But, my blog is set up that whenever I get a trackback or comment, I get an email from the server telling me so.
When I checked my email this morning, I got 5 emails telling me I received 5 trackbacks from such monikers as “free casino,” “free blackjack,” and “free poker,” but none from my best friend “free money.” Sigh, I guess he just doesn’t love me enough. Just kidding, but seriously, it’s really annoying. So as I was on the phone today with A, I decided to multitask and clean up that useless spam. Unfortunately, as I was doing so, I deleted a post. RAWR.
So just for the sake of (damn I can’t think of the word and am too tired to try anymore) I managed to copy and paste it… so here it is:
I have this plan. I came up with it about 8 months ago. It was the fruit of many long and insightful conversations with great friends. We all agreed it was the best thing to do: logically, morally, and gramatically.
But then I have these doubts. Deviating from the plan might bring disastrous results; yes, I know that. But, what if? Just what if? What if in this situation I’m not supposed to play by the rules–to stick by the plan? What if maybe I’m supposed to be a little sketchy and just follow my heart? Fuck the mind, fuck logic, fuck the rules society imposes upon us. I don’t want to lose what I’ve committed the next couple years to just because I’m trying to be a nice guy.
I’m kinda fed up with being the nice guy.
But then again, it’s who I am. Fuck that shit.
Oh yeah, and by the way, the plan is in the toilet. :P