Who cares? It was just reminding me of shit that bugs me anyway. If it's not politics or some preachy little meme, it's someone's happy damn life and their wonderful kids or vacation or whatever. There's no place for me on there, or at least I don't want to be the guy that is me on there. And who else would I be? Some fake-ass version to make people like me? Sorry, everyone, I can't do that anymore. And I don't even want to be around myself, so don't feel bad, like it's personal against anyone. It's me and only me that is having a problem. And so, until someday...goodbye.
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
I deactivated Facebook...again
Hi, I'm Andrew, AKA Hoodyup the Evil Caregiver, and I approved this blog post. I may not have been in my right mind at the time, but what's done is done. I stand by my sins. Eppur si muove.
I started this blog as a way to vent my frustrations with life, the universe and everything (not the book by Douglas Adams; that was quite good, actually).
My seemingly charmed life took a turn in 2004 when my wife Sharon was diagnosed with MS. This blog documents the fallout and revisits the past, as well as chronicling my dreams and rants throughout the years.
Be warned - explicit language and content that runs the gamut can be found in these posts, which describe personal events, both real and those dreamed up by my overactive nocturnal psyche.
Also, I use real names whenever possible, so if you see a post with your name on it, it probably refers to you. Unless, of course, you don't know me, in which case it is purely coincidental.
Enjoy your visit. Comment, if you so desire, or lurk privately. This blog can be your guilty pleasure (or displeasure).
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