I had a quaint little disscussion with my friend last night and since I've informed him of some secret I've been keeping for a while, I might as well inform all of you at the same time. I have a Hate blog. It's pretty obviously what this blog would entail, it's basically my little hideaway from all the rules and regulations of everyday life (much like my mind 98% of the time) for which I cut loose and fucking rag on everyone for being, in my beady eyes, an idiot. It's also pretty obvious that the actual arguements I put up are immature so therefore if ever seen or discovered (and I hardly think anyone one of you true-believers will figure it out) then please do realize that it's my non-serious vent blog. It's not like I harbour these feelings seriously, if anything they only go to the point of pet peeve status after I get through the mandatory pissed off stage.

Now my friend and I had a small discussion on why the hell would I want a hate blog? Who would want to read it? Well I would want to read my own hate blog to tell the truth. Because primarily, a blog is a journal....then a form of web entertainment for the people who give a shit. To tell the truth it does help me cause when I write down this so called "petty shit" and come back and read it later, you do realize how petty it is. In someways it's your second chance at not being a fucking ass and telling off the person you're pissed off at causing un-do fucking harm. But of course this shouldn't be an alternate means of bottling up emotion, instead as a way to reflect and most importantly and hopefully forget. The internet is such a place for shit and garbage...what's a little more harm with your petty baggage on it's shoulders?