What is going on here?
DEAR RANDOMS ...
Well, I suppose it’s time to get this tub of shit up to speed … Välkommen! Ursäkta jag är så långsam på allt.
While I’m not 100% on how this isn’t going to turn into a doxing point for sad internet dwellers who thrive on making others as miserable as them, I will endeavor to maintain what I originally set out with Diatribe 1.0 … a doxing point for sad internet dwellers who thrive on making others as miserable as them.
Yeah, no. This originally started out as a suggested therapeutic exercise to alleviate buried anxieties.
Yup, thought the same exact thing. Fucking hilarious, am I right? The new anxieties unlocked are even more terrifying. But I would just like to point out … I keep my unhinged diatribes contained to a designated muster point that you can close at any time. The alternative being: Getting myself elected to Congress, embarrassing the shit out of myself with all my disprovable conspiracy theories and being in your news cycle 24 fucking 7.
Varsågod!
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