… but am I the only one who’s disturbed, in a rather insidious way, by the fact that you can just buy a degree as opposed to work your ass off for it (-specifically- for the degree, or equivalency, yadda - business/financial/’life-exerience’ ’successes’ aside.). Or maybe I’m just tired and misinformed and he could/would actually ‘technically qualify’ for that kind of degree. I know, I’m naïve, overly idealistic, too swayed by my ‘hemhorrhaging’ emotions, yadda. “American Ruling Class…”

Meh.

I’m also probably just hatin’ ’cause it’s Bill, and more specifically Miscro$haft.

I guess ‘honorary degrees’… actually, nah. I can grok their existence. I can’t believe how much you guys have to pay for education down there. Poo. I can’t remember how to spell ’schneikies/schnikies/schnikeys’.

Shit. I just found out I wasn’t supposed to be online yesterday. I suck as a geek. Oh well. Sorry Shutdown Day thingie

What a useless entry… :rolls:

Well, for anyone reading it, anyway. Heheheh. This is what happens when I spend too much time reading friends’ ell-jays. I sink to a familiar kind of ‘low’. I don’t know why I have such a hate on for LJ, heh. I think maybe because I was dragged to it kicking and screaming, by myself. And sometimes ‘we’ don’t get along with each other, also in ‘very insidious ways’.

I’m not even going to tag this freak-0-nature thang (awww… :dreamysighs: Will O’ the Wisp…) (And then Rick Astley? Where the fuck did THAT come from? Oh. My mind is in racing thoughts / ‘fucked-up-association-mode’). Back to the feigned mercy of my refusing to tag this… oh yes… I was going to say -> Not that doing so makes up in any way for my horrid abuse of WP’s categories, heheheh. It’s how I ‘inventory’ myself, damnit. But it breaks wordpress, heheheh. Sometimes it’s fun, and I’m happy to have broken it, because asinine destruction like dat can be such a gas.

:O ! An Angel brought me breakfast!

Okay, I take back all of the crustiness. All these years, and still kidding myself

At least I’m not lying my face off to everyone else anymore, for no reason whatsoever other than as a crappy defense mechanism against the lack of control and validation in my life, er, always. Meh. Communication strained.

Sorry Bill. ’sighs. I wonder if he loves the south park movie scene where general what’s-his-face summons him and blows his brains out as much as I do. Oh God, the light… it BUUURRRRRNS.

Blah blah, sorry I’m hating and being a shitty person right now.

The End.