So...let's see if I remember how to do this. It's been quite a while since I've had a public conversation with myself, and truth be told it doesn't quite feel like second nature as it once did. But alas, I press on, as my pseudonym's inspiration would demand. I suppose the most logical place to kick this off would be with some sort of an introduction. So welcome, I guess, to my brand new little corner of the Internet.
I'm not really convinced anyone will read this at all, but I'm quite certain no one is going to arrive here who didn't come knowing exactly who I am and what I'm all about, so I'll spare you the personal history. What I would guess is more interesting to any of you who have landed here anyway is where I've been, because, save for a few exceptions, I really haven't spoken to or seen the people who would be interested enough in my ranting and raving to be here in quite a while. Truth is, there isn't a whole lot to tell. I've returned to and theoretically graduated from NYU, though not without a couple loose ends to tie up over the course of the next few months. And my beloved girlfriend, who we'll just call ML here for privacy's sake, and I have moved in together, still in the same old DisAstor you all knew and loved (and, it bears noting, would be more than welcome to drop by any time). And that's basically it. For the most part, I'm still the same old ultra-opinionated, never-serious procrastinating addictive personality you remember, falling in and out of love and hate with whatever mediated sludge the world throws my way.
So what brought me back to the world of spewing forth my verbal diarrhea at an indeterminate number of people who simply don't care at all? I'm glad you asked. As none of the people who were once a part of my life and who are no longer need reminding, there have been an inordinate number of relationships which were once integral to my life, and to my happiness, which through no malicious intent or falling out on anybody's part, have fallen by the wayside. Personally, I blame the very communicative tools which let me have this blog. It's hard for me to accept, and surely I'm overstating the matter to some extent, but the truth is, the way we communicate now, if you aren't involved in a never-ending conversation with a person spread across a dozen different platforms, you're out of touch with them. And I'm tired of feeling out of touch with my past, and with all my friends. It's one thing to keep moving forward, but to do so without ever taking time to make sure you're bringing the worthwhile parts of the past with you is empty, and it isn't how I like to live. So this is going to be my place to dwell on shit again, with the hopes that even one of the people I've lost to laziness and the sheer speed with which everything moves now a days will stumble here and dwell in shit with me again, like the good ole days.
All that, and I need a place to post all of my random thoughts so as to maybe shut up long enough not to drive ML totally fuckin crazy.
Until next time, you can derelick my balls, Mugatu.
Chicagoans Resist I.C.E. Agents
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Immigration agents are using aggressive tactics. Residents of the sanctuary
city are trying to resist them.
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