You know Hansy Pansy: "Blogging is not for Me" he whines, and "There are more important things to do with the TIME I HAVE LEFT." It lasts a day.
Then...either it's a miracle cure for this "it doesn't look good" ailment, or he doesn't even bother with an excuse and just starts flogging THE BEACH BOYS or HANK WILLIAMS or some other tired shit he's posted endlessly to NO INTEREST.
Here he goes again, May 17th on blog #875298349847, "living with six inches up my ass" or whatever he calls it. Oh, "living six feet apart."
He also wiped his...OTHER blog, #875298349848, where he was posting Tokyo crap that nobody was paying ANY attention to:
The day before, he was telling everyone how much he was enjoying his new IPAD and how he MIGHT fulfill somebody's request eventually, but he was "in bed" at the moment. (Yes, he's the ONLY one whose idea of a good time in bed is to go check out what strangers are posting in a Croatian shoutbox.)
One day later and he vengefully wipes all his links and does his power trip "blogging is on hold" game. People are STILL supposed to care what's wrong with him? Everyone knows. He's mentally ill, and he's been mentally ill all his life. His sociopathic lying, which sometimes got him a job for a while, was never enough so he could KEEP a job for a while. Once SONY fired him he chowed down on the government teat and hasn't worked since.
To his three or four boyfriends in Old Pervy Zinhof's shitbox, he offered one last blast of BEACH BOYS garbage, and a wistful little whine that he hoped would get him some attention and a few NICE remarks:
"a hopefully temporary goodbye." Old Brain Rot tried to not make it the usual "it doesn't look good" or "i'm going to the hospital" or one of his other dire cliches.
"Goodbye" says the BORE WHO NEVER REALLY LEAVES.
