Bleargh

That about sums up my feelings. Well, I guess I could elaborate a bit.

I know they don't read this, but I want to apologize ahead of time to my parents for being an utter failure at life. I'm still optimistic about my chances at a writing career, but until then, I'm going to be a terrible headache for them. So, business as usual, basically.

In other news, wrestling officially sucks now, and I'm swearing off it for a while. Hopefully, by the time I decide to start watching again, they'll have taken John Cena out of the title picture, put their new guys to better use, reestablished the brand barriers and stopped with all these cross-show self-promotion matches, and maybe written a decent storyline or two for once.

Also, I sort of decided that I'm going to stop denying people's friend requests on MySpace. I'm already antisocial in real life, so being antisocial on MySpace as well seems a little too sad, even for me.

That's it for now. Live long and prosper, readers. If you can't do both, then at least one or the other.