anyway hello to everybody.

sick of watching life fly by and i just cant get a solid grasp to stay a float.

tierd of watching  my dreams in life slip through my fingers.

i cant look in the mirror without comparing myself with what others think it should be.

my greatest ally has become my harshest critic. not wanting to hear anything i have to say, taking my own ideas and spiting them at me like they have never occurred to me before.

while the old critics still smile to my face, and snicker behind my back.

a little understanding goes a long way, but there seems to be a huge shortage from those who "care" about me.

i wont look in the mirror and compare my self to what others think i should be anymore.

it is time to like what i see.

just wanted to say hi. life is GOOD. i am alive and well. so are my spawn. i am at the library. i have 6 mints left so i gota bounce....loves for netty land.

my Internet is down and i am moving.

don't know when i will be back, but i will check in when i can.

loves to all.

i dont know when i will have it a again. i will miss you guys. i will check in when i can.

love netty :(

yes, struck dumb....as the people who know me outside of buzznet know i am rarely speechless. even to the point where i can make your brain want to eat its self. as kids funks called MM(motor mouth). but lack of ability to put my thoughts to the keyboard, and fear of looking stupid leave me inhibited....

yes, people who know me in the the physical realm, yes netty has inabitions...i bet you didn't know that. 

looking through the mass of posts i am in awe. how creative, intelligent and funny you all are.....but i can type nothing other that genaric descriptions of pure genius.

pax hit the nail on the head when she said "depression isn't this week's style in LitBlogs, but a fucking bore that kidnaps the ability to relate."

so please don't think am lame if all i say to you is 'awesome',

and if i don't comment on your post know that i was there, and i was speechless.

i love alot of the new features, but buzznet used to have more class.

it used to be about the photos. i am sick of seeing good people leave.

and the black screen of death, and lost comments are a pain.

buzznet, it is ok to have an identy crisis now and then, but you are not myspace, you are buzznet and we love you for who you are.

nice one: (hello baby im gone good bye, have a cup of rock and rye, farewell to you old southern Sky's i on my way...)

end credits:
backwater- the meat puppets

the songs of my life according to my mp3 player.

that lovely little box, knows me pretty well.

i sat down and she said asked me if she could talk to me without offending me. i shrugged. the conversation as i remember it went something like this.

woman: i have allways wanted to collect midgets, i mean they are so cute and i just want to get as many as i can in my houses. little midgets, running around. it  would be so cool..

(now if you are not aware of it the word midget is allot like the word nigger, highly offensive if used in an ignorant context.)

me: well i am not exactly a midget, i am just really short, (i move i bit farther away) and frankly i find that kind of creepy, i mean what you want to keep midgets in a cage in your basement? severed heads under your bed. what?

woman: no not like that, i would feed them and stuff.

me: you mean like dogs?

woman: ya kinda like dogs.  you know i was talking to this guy, and he said that he wasn't a midget, he was a dwarf. so i guess there are midgets, dwarfs and humans.

me: you know we are all human.

woman: blank stare.

at that point, a got up and left.

this event has inspired me.

i want a tee shirt that says: Freaks are people too.

funks. are you making shirts right now? can i commission you?