...but not really, as I never have anyone to share the rain with.

Still, that's not really the point.

Let me just say, now, though, that I fucking hate coffee.

Which isn't the point, either, but it needed to be said. Fucking *vile* shit. It may be worse than gin, because at least you can clean things with gin.

But, like I sad, not the point.

What, then, you might ask, is the point? Is it to use hideous grammar and an overabundance of commas? No.

I'm not sure. In fact, I'm not really sure why I'm writing this entry...though I suppose I am a little behind in keeping it up. Not quite as behind and *some* people, but we needn't mention them.

As I said in my previous entry, I'd been taking glances at The Competition, noting the various fucked-up'edness (stop laughing, it's called language evolution!) of some of my associates.

And Jesus, are they fucked up!

I'm almost tempted to go over there, open an account, and just repost all of the shit I've written here in the past five months and double-post everything. However...there's a few reasons I'm not going to do that. For starters, I feel an odd sense of...loyalty, for lack of a better term, to JournalScape and feel that 'supporting' The Competition even slightly would be uncool. I mean, really, fuck them. Their attempt at "community" is interesting enough , but the format for reading entries blows goats. It's also clunky getting around. In fact, the only thing I *actually* like about it is the ability for readers to add comments. By contrast, JS is simple, elegant, and fucking cool-looking. I also prefer month-by-month separation of entries, rather than the "let's jump 20" entries bullshit. Infinitely better organised, IMO, and twice as stylish. Additionally, I think everyone reading here has a pretty good idea by now of how fucked up I am. In fact, you're all pretty fucked up yourselves. *Those* motherfuckers, on the other hand...well, they're not my people. Some of 'em are cool enough and it's certainly interesting getting my One-Handed Voyeuristic Groove On my thumbing through their entries, but shit...ain't but two or three of 'em so far that I'd actually want to share drink, drug, or woman with. The rest are second-stringers. Besides, if I really want to put my psychosis on display, there are other ways of doing it that'll feel less weird. That temptation to alienate the shit out of people is still floating in the back of my brain, though...

So, anyway...yeah, I dunno.