my geeky friend ate my golf club

 i'm here bc html is an htm-no for me. i tried doing the whole text edit thing and then i remembered i don't do. 

i got some advice from the creator of the original blog that ever existed, but it was a no go. he said there needed to be some sort of safety net for any issues that could be ran into.. 

(this all came after telling me to call my internet provider and ask for a domain. what kind of ship are u running here bud? u want me to call Frank Van Der Post? have you seen the guy? exactly. no one has. what am i supposed to say? "wud u spot me a domain, handsome?" what if i slip up? if he responded with "ofc, what's ur favorite thing about me Xx" and i said "your brown eyes" and he had no fucking eyes. we have absolutely no way of knowing if he has eyes) 

...so get a geeky smart friend he said. it's a pretty awkward situation if you think about it. geeks and i. if his technical advice was a no go, this part would be go, wait don't go. i thought the light was green. 

it was extraordinary baiting on his part. it's not like justin + i go way back. he wouldn't know the devastating consequences of me looking around for someone he's describing to help me out. but it's worth noting that those bridges are more than burned. if i went to register my newfound geek friend in the computersciencefriendregistry i would be met with a question:

"u can have a geek or a friend. pick one. please hold...

... yeah she's back...she says she wants a handout so she can make a website... yeah... no she doesn't seem to be out to get us... i know... no i won't let it happen again..."

 i don't think there'll ever be a day in which i'll be willing to indulge anyone on this, so i may just have to leave that there. there are certain rooms in a certain place a certain person attends that cannot be revisited. ever. and for now, that's the story so far.

 on the note of burnt bridges, out of all the things that actually matter in the world i find myself wondering how one specific *item in my room is doing. i lived in a room, as many do. and it burned one day. i hope your room never burns...

...not in an "i'm broken up about my room burning" kind of way. i just think that'd be awfully inconvenient, a fire.

everything burned (sort of an exaggeration on my part, but it seems lengthier for me to list out the specifics. so paint yourself the most morbid and alarming picture of a burnt room and roll with it. that's totally what my room looked like) except a random golf club that i got at goodwill. can you believe it? the stupid thing beat out my Lifehouse CD. it felt like the golf club thrived on the dread of the whole situation but then again of course it did.

 i know, i know, why'd i keep the thing? it's simple... responsibility. it had already been through so much. it's already a golf club. it already lives in a world of baseball bats. we already live in a world of baseball bats. 

the room's fine now i guess, i don't know. i don't live in it anymore. it's probably a gym or something now. hopefully the golf club saw its way out in the end.

so i guess we'll both be stuck at this address for a bit thanks to my inability to... make amends... use computers efficiently... among other things. so i guess i'll see you later 

-emogirl633 >:^)

*if you want to call it that

oh, and here's what i was listening to this whole time:

Big Vibe - Seaway: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1OQFkDvxzI

Reinventing Your Exit - Underoath: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOdfV1EjUgg