Another Five Million Years Later

Hope you like irony. 

And hyperbole.

And short sentences.

Hell, short paragraphs even.

If you don’t, leave a rude comment and wander off to waste your time elsewhere. 

Yeah, thanks.

Still here?

Shit. That means I’m going to have to say something interesting.

After literal years of silence.

And a quick, unnecessary suggestion of an eventual return to activity. (Refer to previous post).

Followed by more silence.

For the longest time, there has been nothing to do here but mope around, stare at the monocolor theme, wonder at the unusual layout, maybe scroll down to the ABOUT section, and wonder at how utterly inane it is.

Or, take a look at the old entires. I’ve gone back, and read up on the old entries myself. To be honest, I am terrified.

Most people go back to look at old entries and go, “Shit! What was I thinking, man? What was I on?! That stuff’s too ridiculously emo/ stupid/ boring/ grammaticallyincorrect/ ridiculous/ boring/ emo / boring/ emo/ boringandemo! I can’t believe i wrote that while sober. I simply cannot.”

I don’t. I go back to my old entries, and think

“Oh shit. I don’t think I can ever go back to writing like this again.” 

Granted, the old stuff was a little maudlin. Maybe a little disjointed. Maybe a little corny.

But dammit, I like how the old stuff sounds. I like how it has a bit of its own voice. I like how it’s funny.

I hate how it makes me fear I’ve grown old and senile and boring.

Ten million years can do that to ya.