word of the day: dekulakization

NOTE: This was supposed to be my last post for a while, but as my nature I did it half-assed and forgot to put it up at the time of its writing. As you can see by the content I think it was sometimes prior to Christmas, definetly before New Years. Anyways just imagine this as QuansWorld's suicide note, but I slit my wrists against the grain instead of with. Yup that was morbid, but that's how things are right now. Godspeed....


I think I need a break. Frankly this blog has been the one constant in my life for the past year plus (not the best thing I could have poured my effort into but alas). Rants and raves, jobs, relationships, trips, Championships, the good, the bad and the ugly all here. I started writing as a personal vent; what I was feeling, what I observed, what I was thinking, etc. etc. But over time things started to change. I think I even got an audience.

For those of you who don't really know me: I'm 25 years old. I was born right outside of LA, but have lived most of my life in either white bread suburban MA or in/near Boston. I literally grew up in a restaurant that my parents owned until 2002. I am an aspiring copywriter who one day will write a Super Bowl spot. I live in an apartment with two roommates. And I’m now accepting applications for a girlfriend who lives in my who lives in my area code

A few last missives for 05:

• Just watched my very first Christmas tv moment of the holiday season, a very special episode of nip/tuck
• My entire house smells like piss because of my roommates fucking cat
• I’m really getting into the NBA and the Celtics in particular
• Who would have picked me being the only roommate not to rent porn via On Demand?

Frankly this started out as a joke by two friends living at home, drinking beers on a Tuesday night messing around on the interweb. This used to be the place where I could vomit out any thought I had in my head; an online haven of thought without the sappy gayness nor the bells & whistles of myspace. What once was observation fodder has now become more of a diary of hijinks, as my best friend put it.

Sorry that this is rather sudden, but I imagine that this is more of a sabbatical than a cancellation and I will return in a few weeks/months in a Hulk Hogan-esque awakening from a sleeper hold when fresh inspiration strikes me. Silly really as there's lots of big transitions ahead in the near future. But things have gotten a little out of hand. There's things that I want to write about but can’t because of my audience. And sometimes knowing that people are reading this makes it damn tough to not censor my thoughts. In the meantime I need a place to write where I can vomit out thoughts and not worry about offending anyone because quite frankly I've become quite the pretentious asshole of late and self-editing is loathsome. Bye everyone.