Just in time to leave, anyway.

Once more, the interbutts is mine, so all this is gonna die. Gotta figure out how to do a mass-delete....yeah, none of this stuff is worthy anymore. Not even half of semi-worthy. Not a fraction of a quarter.

Woo, been sleeping too much so my brain's addled. Hrm...one day when I have time and patience and such I'll put crap up again. Not HERE or anything, but yeah, somewheresomedayprollynot. Scrapping any old blogs and such as well. Only on FaceBook because of..eh..peer pressure, I guess. Not that I actually check it, but there's contact info and shit for whoever wants it. Not that I'll ever really respond. Heh.

As for life? Summary of the past--how long's it been? Too damn long, thank gad, and I'm a totally different foxgo..ringtai...pangoli....poodle. Totally different poodle than the foxgoat I was. I forgot how much of a catharsis this online-jernulling is; don't think I even really need it anymore, except to provide all you invisible virtual people with a courtesy heads-up that I'm still breathing or something.

Oh, man. I'm totally ashamed of all this crap. It all sucks so hard. My current stuff sucks too, but not this hard. Suckety suck suck. There has got to be like a mass-delete button or something, I do not want to waste time going through the whole..everything. Well, I'm wasting time now that I do not have. I am negative-time. I'm already screwed..so why bother with this...yep, just exercising my fingers on this keyboard then....totally totally pointless...eh.

So, then. The account stays, for that one glorious future day I get a good blog and post shit that I can look at for more than five minutes, and not whine about the same pissy inconsequential crap in post after post after post after post. The only info-log most up-to-date (as of the present) will be Facebook (under "Twitch Crowley"). Until I do that blog thing. Been meaning to do this forever, actually...it mortifies me that this ancient shit is what represents my "artskills". No wonder I'm a joke..

Ugh, ramble ramble. At least that hasn't changed. Must go now, way-overdue deadlines to meet, way-outdated accounts to burn, and all that.

I leave you for now but not (yet) for good

~T. "Dogface" Crowley, self-proclaimed Brutal Poodle