What, Me? Analyze?

A friend of mine who blogs suggests she blogs more often when she's depressed than when she's happy, and that's why if you read her blogs, she seems to be down and out all the time.

*SARCASM* Amazingly, I'm depressed, and blogging. */SARCASM*

Why I hate the Internet, redux: Because anyone can read my passive-aggressive attempts to get laid. Luckily, very, very few people do. And luckily, or not, I'm paranoid enough to NOT name names, suggest realities, or *bleep* around with things that I would regret. I did all that in high school. A diploma and a few years of professional work have cured me of such bee-ess. Therefore, I can't confront anyone.

Monkey. Piffle. Wanker. Web site updated!