Apathy

If you've noticed, this blog hasnt been posted to very much these past few weeks, despite the surprising popular demand.

Its not like nothing is going on. Hell, there's plenty. There's the continuing stories of my sluttiness and its ceaseless untintended consequences. There's fun with animals. There's fun with doctors. There's even fun with street bums.

And I'm sorry sir, but when you're digging through the trash cans at the ferry stop for an unfinished cigarette butt, you're addicted.

So why am I writing this now? It certainly has nothing to do with the popular demand. Frankly, I love to watch you all squirm. No, it entirely has to do with my sadism.

I was talking to my neighbor today, while his friend came to visit. I asked him for a little advice, but for the benefit of the friend, stayed pronoun-neutral. The friend piqued up, trying to remain neutral himself, but couldnt avoid slipping 'he' or 'him' in there. I was perplexed, but amused? Was I busted already?

I asked him later how he knew. Was I being too obvious in my gender neutrality? Or was Pete right, and gossip had already spread my identity through the college like wildfire?

I doubted it. I hadnt had any swastikas painted on my door yet.

The logical answer, of course, is to ask him. So I did. He told me I was being alittle too obvious, but he knew beforehand. Much like he does, he was Facebook browsing, and happened to come upon my note linking to this blog. Considering he was a Facebook stalker already, why shouldnt he read his friend's neighbor's blog? Big mistake. He told me the contents of this blog horrified him, especially the last entry where I'm groping a boy while I chat with the Warden. He freaked out, closed his browser, and cleared his history.

Good on him. Despite being absolutely horrified, he still harbored no ill-will towards me, and was even able to offer sound advice on what must be rather unsavory to him. If he ever reads this again, he should know I'm impressed.

So why the return? Simple: I hope to hear more stories like his. At the end of the day, I'm an immoral sadist, and I want other naive souls to run away in horror.

Dont get your hopes up for something new and funny everyday. But long story short, I'm back bitches.