My Second Post

Dear Reader,

Have you been considering yourself a reader? I don't really want to address you as a reader if you are not going to like, read me, or at least play me. Call me a loser if you like, but play me. I am just gonna pant a little.

Did I tell you about my future? Well, here's the thing. I don't have one. So if you are planning to play me on a long term basis I suggest you to go for plan B. Whatever that is.

I'll be finishing up with my current 'people who feed me' in a day or two. I gave them a letter the other day, telling them how I would like them to stop feeding me. So I might be out in the jungle for the next 57 years looking for a feeder.

If you happen to see someone in your neighbourhood asking you to play him. Play him, and feed him if you are happy. He's just gonna whimper a little.

My First Post

Dear Reader,

What is up? Have you been considering yourself to be in a crappy situation that you have little influence on? If you have hoped for a favorable moment that will make your crappy feeling go away, you have come to the right place.

Would you like to play me? It is quite evident that you are exhausted, worn out, and possibly not existing. If I have a deeper understanding of fate, I will probably consider myself ill-fated.

You are too gullible, and if you don't mind me to be awfully blunt, even if it hurts. Free yourself from the irritations and nightmares. Are you going to play me?

I am just gonna moan a little...