NATIONAL ASSFUCKAWESOME DAY!

*sigh*

So, I had this really angered, semi-emo (who am I kidding it was full on fucking emo) blog all typed up, and someone *gives that someone the hairy eyeball* delivered a dose of some reality, and put shit out on the table.

Message. Received. Thank. You. ;o)

Here's the bottom line. I'm one of the creators of FFFW, and I try really fucking hard to maintain a separate identity from that.

It's fucking impossible. It just is.

Does that mean I can't be friends with people? I fucking hope not, or I had better start actually getting paid by Ning. *snickers* Soooooo never going to happen.

I think it means that I have to *sangin* Know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run. Or sumshit like that.

So, I guess I'm going to just hold my cards, because I do have a pretty damn good hand. And I have a really hard time giving in.

Damn, now you can't play poker with me 'cause you know my secret *smacks head*

But, I'm also going to walk away, 'cause shit's gotten heavy...and I just can't hold the weight on mah shoulders. Ya feel me?

So to all my other blog-bandwagoners, I say....