Picking This Back Up

God I forgot how fucking awful it was to play with HTML and other magical bullshit, I fear that if I wear to touch the CSS of this website I would burst into flames like a vampire walking into a church. I feel like I have a lot to say and nothing to talk about, like some kind of yapper Catch 22. I lost the archives for all my old blog posts too, seeing as I barely remember what I even wrote about I doubt it'll go down in history as another Library of Alexandria lost to time. However it would be nice to relearn about who I once was. What're ya gonna do though right? Shit happens. I need to worry less about this shit anyway, I just got a car gifted to me and I still need to handle all the bullshit with the title and yet I keep putting it off day after day because I stay up too late trying to reclaim some aspect independence. Or that's what I would say if I wasn't just lazy and unmotived, I'll get it done sooner than later though seeing as I only have so long before my temp plates expire and I get blown away by one of God's own soldiers (a traffic cop named Terry). But before I do anything practical... I'll be writing one more blog post. Yes. That seems necessary. It has been too long since I've harassed the world.