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And They All Come Out of the Woodwork
Saturday, January 9, 2010 at 9:28PM It never ceases to amaze me: when you have the least of a need for human interaction and distraction, they all come piling out like a Cal-Trans roadwork project. Today I sent out a "tweet" stating, essentially, that I am handling and taking care of me and mine, everyone else is on their own. No apologies. Well, not an hour after that tweet was sent (and subsequently posted to my Facebook and FriendFeed accounts), my IM and Facebook chat clients were blown-the-fuck-up by everyone and their mother wanting to hook up and do something. Is it my post that caused something to trigger in everyone's head that made them contact me at that moment? Maybe it's the fact that they are butt-fucking blind, but their subconscious picked that up as a calling card to get in contact with me, though that was the last thing I needed until I iron out all of these fucking details. Enough venting. I'm not apologizing: I pay the domain and hosting bills. Who's name is on this fucking site, anyway?
