Because, at least for me, half of the links to navigate the forum are gone! This place is really, really starting to fall apart now.

This is the final post and happy ending to Re re ro ro re ro.

It made me sad because if I spend too much time thinking about OWF I get sad at how many cool internet friends just slipped into the abyss. Like, what's Bullet Magnet doing right now? What scheme is he working on? Oh Bullet Magnet. You took my faith from me years ago and now I'm Buddhist, so I win in the long term.

For about three years I thought Disgruntled Intern's avatar was actually him, not Zach Galifianaisaksfksis, so when he used to tell me off for being a 14 year old on the...

I'm handing my notice in tomorrow for the job I was blogging here about giving me depression back in 2015 and lemme tell you I am:

a.) Nervous
b.) Excited as fuck

My new employer is a big one (1) minute walk away from my house, so for the first time since 2014 I won't be having to wake up at 5:30 everyday and subsisting on lethal dosages of caffeine.

Also, in the process of hand-writing all the contacts from my work phone down into an address book...

Holy shit fellas, I've been on this wretched site for ten years. it makes me sad--looking back--to see OWF in the state it's in now; when I first joined this place as a snot-nosed twelve year old, I never really imagined the forum would end up like this. I sort of just assumed it'd go on forever. After all, it'd been here since the beginning of the internet, so surely it'd be there at the end, right?

Anyway, despite all the ups and downs, and all the drama, I love this place dearly....

What a concept, freedom is.
Freedom from a steady trickle of piss,
That my life is, or was, or is going to be.

In light or spite of a lack of freedom,
I've turned to anarchy as a fertile medium,
For expression, or lack thereof.

But now I've developed a heady obsession,
In part due to my malignant profession:
It's a penchant for, cocaine fuelled sessions!

What a drug, cocaine can be,
But the day after makes...

I’ve always had trouble putting my thoughts down on paper. I think there’s something daunting about being faced with the blankness of an empty page; there’s an infinite number of opportunities conveyed on the face of the paper, and maybe this goes some way to explaining why it’s hard to even start to put my thoughts down to be read. Then there is—of course—the fact that although things can be crystal clear in my mind, something goes wrong in the process of explaining my thoughts and...

Just wanted to swing by and say that I'm leaving for a bit due to some personal issues. In essence, I need to sort out my relationship. I'm coming back but if I fall off the face of the earth for a few days/weeks, you know why. x

What is up, my dudes?

So, wow, it's the 18th March 2016; exactly one year to the day I started work on the site I'm working on. It's also my last day here, I'm finally leaving what the guys affectionately used to call 'Colditz'.

My year long stint at Colindale has been hallmarked by the amount of growing I've had to do. 2015 was an end of innocence; a sudden, jarring entry into the real work and the end point of a metamorphosis from optimistic student to travelling...

Nothing to see here.

Just listen to the song above. It's good I promise.