The Draft that went Mad

Being right is overrated.
Being wrong is overrated.
You can be wrong or you can be right. One of you is intelligent and the other is misinformed, one of you is self-righteous and the other is misled,
But you're both BLEEPs.

Be nice please.




(YO FLO. It's kinda sneaky and neat how I can peek at your drafts. Maybe even publish your half-birthed thoughts...oohoo, what an idea! Anyway. Dunno if this was even intended to be a post or not, but it strikes me as right on.
BAsically, being right or being wrong isn't as important as how you air your arguments, because the latter is voluntary, the first is incidental.
Is that it? I like it. It's true.
I love ya.)


Naw, to be honest, El, I'm getting a little too safe to post passionate posts of rage, like I used to try to before. This was just something I needed to write down somewhere.
I figured it would be just like old times for you to see it eventually and send me a reprimanding e-mail about it. Half-birthed and aborted thoughts, darn right.
HAHAHAHA...I just thought of something super clever!!! Now I'm going to post this!!!
Maybe I should link "you're both BLEEPs" to BLEEEEEP's blog. HA wouldn't that be equivalent to burning a small village. I don't think I've ever been THAT confrontational.

OH AND BY THE WAY, if you ever actually do publish this post, I advise that you copy and paste it into another. That way it wouldn't get lost among the mire of posts that are more recent than it. (Just thought I'd save you five minutes of realizing and fixing.)

(By golly, you are a genius. Now behold how I have cleverly color coded this post and thoughtfully censored everything unsavory. Blue is you and black is me, by the by.
Which reminds me, I cannot tell you how many people I have talked to who have given me kudos about some post that wasn't mine, or praised you when the love should have been MINE all MINE. OH WEEPING AND GNASHING OF CROOKD' TEETH!!!!!
Anyhow. Something tells me that the names at the bottom of the posts aren't effective. Mostly because our readers aren't paying attention. Put our names in the titles? That just sounds ugly, man. Any nifty ideas? I'm out.)


People say we write the same. I don't think so. I think there are obvious differences between you and I. You are obviously the superior one, and if there are any similarities between us it's cause I think you're so clever that I try to copy you. Yes, I am that pathetic.
I guess it might be kind of hard to tell us apart.
People complimented a post of mine? Oh, do tell! Do tell! All I ever get is condemned for ungodly posts and corrected for posts that are a "waste of time". Have I really written one worthy post in my entire life? If so, I will die happy. (Ha, ha, no worries...I don't intend to die RIGHT after you tell me. I'll give it a few years and see how things pan out for me.)
And if you ever do decide to publish this post, take out that clause about wanting to hear appreciation for my posts. It'll sound like I'm fishing. Disgusting.


(!!INCREDIFISH!! No, I won't take it out. Why wouldn't someone want to hear a nice thing someone said about them? Fishing?!! Preposterous! And anyone who thinks otherwise can take their man, their boy AND their donkey and stick them somewhere safe and warm where the sun doesn't often get a chance to share its rays.
Ooooh....also! Also! Remember the song and person of the day thing we had going a while back? Couldn'tcha mouth-to-mouth some life back into it? It sure was fun.
Alrighty, I'm gunna go do that Praise Time Activity you singled me out and tagged me with.
Now then. I TAG you to go take a walk on the seawall and breathe the salt air that I should've brought here with me in balloons. I tag you to appreciate. PoW! Take that, you!)

(That's it. I'm posting this before it gets anymore unwieldy. The End. Start another one sometime wont you please?)