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I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!

I don’t usually like to blog to rant and rave. I leave that to the people who need to be angry at strangers who read their shit. You know the type of uptight assholes I am referring to…the people who sigh loudly and tap their feet when you have 11 items in the 10 items or less lane at the W. Dixie at 3 a.m. (You know who you are, over-bleached, blonde-haired bitch! I’ll fucking kill you the next time you tell me that my 2-for-1 bagels count as two items. I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU! lol)

I am not that kind of blogger.

I like to talk to my readers.

I like to fucking relate.

Hi. How you doin’? I’m goobs. Let’s chat.

But tonight, after I posted something to our main steez page, I felt kind of…deflated by angst.

Not because it wasn’t an okay piece of writing. (I mean, I am not Hemingway, but at least I have my minor, brilliant Dr. Seuss moments here and there. I swear. My mom reads my writings and she is fairly cool. She even reads our hip-hop posts. lol)

But because we (meaning us antisteezers) put our fucking blood, sweat (except for Carolina…she doesn’t perspire at all. lol) and tears into this blog. We dream about it. We talk about it. Sometimes we threaten physical violence to one another about it. I’m fairly serious when I say we are committed. Passionately. Often, offensively. (I’ll fucking kill one of our writers if they flake. I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!)

We are antisteez. We rock.

So, tonight after posting, I felt really sad to think that a lot of our friends (Who are apparently assholes.) don’t and won’t come here to our site and give us love and support. Here is our little, completely awesome corner of the universe and here we are shouting for people to come in and see what we got going on and they are fucking giving us earmuffs. Seriously. SERIOUSLY!?!??

Fuck you, earmuffers who don’t hear our message.

FUCK YOU, TWICE.

We bribe them with the awesomemest of awesome free podcasts. We interview people they might want to know about. We post the most-fucking-obscure things about hip-hop known to mankind. (Thanks Lou!) And yet, sometimes I feel like we are begging and strong-arming them to come here. It makes me mad at them. It makes me want to shake them.

I’ll fucking kill you, shitty friends who don’t support our awesome blog. I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!

lol

But then again, maybe we just blog for ourselves.

……

Fuck THAT twice. lol

We blog for them. For you. We blog because we hope that someone, somewhere out there is taking a dump in a bathroom stall in an office building somewhere and scrolling our site on their phone with their soon-to-be-bacteria-coated hands. Yup. And you shitters who are not reading us are making us feel like we just threw a pool party in fifth grade and no one came.

Thanks for ruining our Internets childhood, you too cool for school, assholes.

I’ll fucking kill you, negligent assholes. I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!

And then I’ll blog about it here, and apparently no one will ever discover the whereabouts of your corpse…yeah, cause no one reads our shit.

lol

Sigh.

Or maybe they do. If that’s the case, then no…I am not really threatening to kill anyone. I’m just blogging. Droppin’ Bullshit logs on the fire, man. Mmmm….toasty. lol

Well, I think this was pretty good for my first ranting and raving blog, don’t you?

Don’t you?!?!

I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!

lol

xoxo

goobs