¶ Let's admit it. We of the WeBLoG generation love to read a good downer entry. A friend or an acquaintance is having a bad time of it, and that makes us feel all the better.
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¶ Well, I'm not going to give you that pleasure today. I could ramble on about the persistent cloud of negativity darkening my door. BUT I WON'T.
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¶ I feel wonderful, thank you. I'll eat lunch in about... lessee... 30 minutes. And then crack open the sports section. Not bad, eh?
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¶ Bruised and beaten by life's harsh winds, I happily shoulder the weight of society's expectations and toil patiently in solitude. I couldn't be happier if my work never saw the light of day, and I received nary a grain of recognition.
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¶ So there. Everything's fine. You can take your sadistic voyeurism somewhere else...
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¶ (but don't cancel your subscription. we need to keep our readership numbers up..)
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