Six-Something.org

I am a weak, pathetic, webmaster

Posted by Sjixxxy on April 16, 2002

Well, site has been a little on the dead side lately. Well I’ll lay the blame on a few issues. 1) I’m somewhat lazy. 2) Good content takes brainpower and work, something I feel a little short on right now. Now if this was generic Blogger I could write about my days happenings and the site would have more posts, but then nobody would care about the content. Well, since it is late, and this site needs an update, I’m just going to invent a character and make a mock Blogger post describing their day as a way to poke fun at the Blogger community. I’ll probably look at this sometime tomorrow and shake my head in shame. Let us call our character _.-~`-||Geo||-`~-._.
_.-~`-||Geo||-`~-._ will be an 18 year old female college freshman with a negative attitude.

_.-~`-||Geo||-`~-._’s Weblog for 4-15-02. OMG!! I can hardly beleive today! It was like soooooooooo weird. First I woke up at 10:23 and went to my interpersonal communication class which was at 11. Well, I didn’t pay much attention since the proff, who I like to call Mrs. Bitch was just up there by her little podium spouting a bunch of words about stuff, but I didnt’ care because it was SOOOO BOORING!!!!! So I just sat in the back of the room a carved ‘Mushroomhead’ into the desk next to the Andrew W.K. etching that I did last week. They are both such InnoVative bands that everyone one should listen too because their music will change the world!!!!!!!!!!

Well, after I left Mrs. Bitch’s class I went to get something to eat down at the White Castle. On the way to White Castle I walked past this old guy who smelled like vingear and chives or something. ACK! He was probably starting at my chest that old sick-o. I’m glad I’m young and will never get old because I’ll probably die after Georgie Bush the VI Will blow up the US somehow.

But once I got into the WC, I got my food and sat down. 12 minutes later I left full of meat that is probably made up of cat, or zebra, or steer or something.

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Oh sack of crap, I can’t go on with this anymore. I can’t even invent a fake Blog and make it interesting enough to keep my own attention. Now that my poke at humor has bottomed out, there is only one way for it to go, right back up.