Dear FurAffinity population and watcher readership,

I've not posted up a journal in quite some time, I know, so I appologise for not providing you with my over-baring, whiny, bitch ass, complaining asshole writings which seem to do nothing but blog myself in my existance and entirety, often by discussing my day to day life or my emotional bullshit, usually rounded up into a Scrubs-esque narrative, though always rantier, swearier, and there seems to be a distinct lacking of positive news. My life isn't all doom, gloom, emo and sadness, by the way. I just use here as a chance to vocalise my feelings, let go of any suppressed anger or frustration I'm holding onto and throw it out in one, big fuck-you themed piece of prose. I also noticed that my sentences are far, far too long, so I'll start working on that after this journal. I kind of wrote it all and then added this paragraph, which was only meant to last 200ish words to bring it up to 1000, but hey, that's how things progressed.

First up, I'd like to open with something basic and simple - it feels good to be back. Internet's been down for about two weeks now, so I've been stuck on my own little world and mindset, full of stress, college work, boredom and generally anything that comes up. To distract myself, I've been playing on the old GBA: Advance SP, watching movies, watching TV, writing documents up for college work and getting things done. Which, oddly enough, hasn't been enough of an escape, since I've been in my own head still. Ironically, this was supposed to be my two week holiday. A shame I lost out on most of it thanks to B-fuck-the-fucking-fuckers-T screwing me over for them.

Now, it's time to get on with business. In fact, it's quite important I get on with business. Mainly because there's a few things I need to cover. When I said I'm back, I mean I'm back in more than one way. Those of you who know me even remotely well will likely know that, lately, I've had some emotional turmoil playing on my mind and I've been a little off lately. Some people got really sick of me I'm sure - and to those people, thanks for putting up with me, and I'm sorry for being an annoying prick. Don't message to say I've not been, since I already know otherwise. Anyway, I'm back to being me; it feels very, very good. And it also gave me time to put a few things into context as well as a little time to put myself back on top of my own mental state, my emotional state, and I've been able to size a few people up.

I know, in my absence, there's certain people running around more than ever, likely spreading lies about how I feel, telling others to avoid me for whatever reason -  JinxyFalina I expect you've faced a large chunk of that, so I can only hope you get to see this and read it through, I've not been avoiding you and we need to get a good catch up soon. The people who run around telling you to avoid me, to stay away from me, to keep out of my path? Tell them to take their lies, their bullshit and their venomous, corroding slurs and words, roll them up into a big, tight ball, and to shove them so far up their own ass they can taste their crap along with their spite. People have their own opinions of me, and those who have it in their mind that they're bigger, better, smarter, faster - whatever they want to believe - I suggest you come and tell me your shit to my face. Time's running out, and if I have to come to you, I hope you know that I'm coming for you, and I'm gonna hit you harder than Japan felt the tsunami. Inappropriate joke? Maybe. But the metaphor does the job.

The bottom line to what I just said there - if you're on a high horse, get the fuck off. You're not perfect. You're not qualified to judge. You're not developed enough to make any kind of criticism - because when you do, you become just as heinous, just as vile, disgusting, outlandish and pathetic as those you try to cast a fucking hate on for wrong decisions. You become a hypocrite, not a martyr. I'll admit, there's some folk in the world, some people, who will set themselves out over and over to make mistake after mistake, who will put themselves ahead of the pack in their own mind even though they are so far down the food chain they can't get onto the first rung of the ladder - but there are also those who make mistakes. That's called 'normality', yet you become so fucking focused on the fact that they made a wrong turn or move, that you become annoyingly determined to hit them with all that you've got to feel...superior. Leason - superiority is NOT chosen, it is given and granted. You work for it, you earn it, and you are rewarded with it by those in a higher power. If you are inane enough to decided you have it before it is granted, you should fuck so far off, we'll need a compass, a map, a navigator, a team of translators, a plane, a pair of pilots, and a rich investor to find your sorry ass and proclaim it the nineth wonder of the world.

In other news, however still important,  SinkingShips and I are back together (he has about thirty thousand FA accounts, and he actually makes up around 70% of the population, but we haven't told Fender yet, so keep it hushed up), so if you'd be good enough to congratulate us, that'd be aces. It's long and complicated as to how the decision came about, however it was made, and I'm happy with it. If you ain't, go suck a cactus or something equally as painful, strenuous and productive.

1035 words as well as two pages of Microsoft Works documentation. Suck it, bitches.