I’ve really been on a Facebook diet for the last couple years. I look at people’s statuses a couple times a week and check-in every once in awhile. I have been focusing on RL. Lame. For those who remember the days that I was blogging on Myspace under OMFG It’s Kevin, and later switched to Facebook notes, I was like, totally broadcasting my life to the internet. Or at least broadcasting my inane observations. It was awesome.
I looked back at some of my old notes today. I would say that most notes concerned hipsters, douchebags, malt liquor, The Pearl 24 Hour Fitness, or some combination of the above. However, part of the reason I stopped doing it was because I ran out of material. And then I went to a party yesterday where there was a cooler full of 4 Lok’s and Joose. In Northeast. Awesome party/pinball tournament. And then there was a drunk older fellow from the neighborhood who decided to make himself at home at the party. It’s like these dudes can smell the malt. Quite disheveled. Greasy hair. Totally wasted. Trolling for dudes? Yes, I was inspired.
But I mentioned this to Cassie and she was like “please OMFG, don’t start blogging again.” OK, she didn’t call me OMFG. But she did plead with me. I suppose she is worried about repercussions from the malt liquor lobby. We’ll see if I really start creating more notes about such exciting topics as my shoe haul from DSW and my CougarLife profile.
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One can only assume that this title is not a reference to Woodie Guthrie's iconic message but rather to the total d-bag in K-Ville who placed the same message on his guitar? I'm wanting to say... Serge? Serge's Asian friend? Maybe there was no Serge? Kirkville memories are inherently suspect, but I think that's close.
Nailed it. This blog is in fact very unlikely to kill fascists. It is more likely to embolden our enemies. Like, the Ayatollah would be like: "This is what America passes for a straight white male? We're going nuclear."
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