Sloshed In Translation

Yeah yeah, better late than never.  Though technically speaking, the passing of 396 days equating to “a new year” is a slightly flawed idea to begin with as time ( in a philosophical sense ) started the day you ( personally ) were born.   Ah yes, New Years, a magical time of year for people to lie to themselves promising grand ideas they never seem to follow through… The whole resolution idea hasn’t ever made too much sense to me.  “I treated my body like shit all year! But this is a new year!  I’ll do better this time!”  Yeah, that’s sane.  Here’s an idea;  Did you live through last year?  Well, I’d say that’s a pretty damn good accomplishment, why not try to repeat that?  ( Or don’t, the lot of humanity annoys me to begin with so one less knuckle dragging ass-fuck will only improve my chances of avoiding homicide this year )… anyways.   Happy New Year.  Nothing will change here… well, some things will… as I just figured something out this evening!

SO!  You will notice on the right side, yes, right over there… turn your head ( if you’re on the site and not reading my Live Journal… which… if it’s the ladder go to the website you lazy bum )… yes.  That new box called “Your Sloshed”.  That’s your little dashboard now.  Register a name, and you can post to the queue!  ( Meaning you won’t have to email me and you can take care of your own shit… yes, I know… complicated… you’ll manage. )  SO!  Register a name, click on “Submit To Sloshed”, and bingo-bongo, you’re ready to rock.

I do have a post coming that is more the speed of the site coming up here next.  It involves a two minute 60 second voice mail “inviting” me to fly to the other side of America to start a physical fight with a 15 year old.

Because… you know, that’s a perfectly logical idea.

…Social Darwinism… gotta love it.

Feel free to listen to his tirade while I am transcribing it.