a title? what is this, an email to my boss?

i can't believe im on a myspace clone when i was adamantly anti-myspace when myspace was myspace of "myspace: reigning king of the internet" fame.

i never stopped blogging because i went from livejournal and buzznet to blogspot to tumblr. i hate so much social media because i am a perpetually irascible self-aggrandizing misanthropic luddite who doesn't understand memes and thinks in paragraphs. i miss not having to supplicate fucking algorithms and having to Content-ify® all of your posts if you want any interaction beyond the five or so people you message regularly, which is why i think i'm still somewhat active on tumblr and don't really exist anywhere else on the web—although i've been trying to use instagram more if only for social purposes—, but i think most of all i miss not being beholden to billionaires with an active investment in keeping us all socially dependent on their products. (me and everyone else on the fucking planet, amirite?)

i don't know, there's no real point to this post apart from the masturbatory way all social media is about fondling your own conceit, and as much as i might want to pretend, i'm not any different than anyone else in that regard.

anyways, if i never log in again, let the record show that i did at least make my profile look all tidy and i took the time to bitch about being here in the first place, as is my wont.