Oh man. I am soooo sorry. I had been laying in my bed for about 20 minutes
when it suddenly struck me and I realized just what I had done. That post I
just sent was totally uncalled for. The Pantyhose Tarou thing was a
perfectly good discussion. And I'm sure the age thread will surly help
people with there writing. Who am I to tell you what you can and can't talk
about? I should be beaten with a long hard stick for sending that. Gosh, I
am so sorry. Really, I am.

I don't know what came over me. I guess it's because I've been under a lot
of stress lately. I know that's no excuse, but I felt like you should have
at least some explanation for why I turned the FFML into a punching bag. I
feel like the scum of the earth right now. I feel like a systems
administrator.

How can I make it up to you? Perhaps if I just shutup. I don't know
anymore. My life has slowly been falling apart lately. It usually doesn't
get this bad until late fall or right before finals week. Man, if I weren't
so damn tired, this would be the perfect time to write a darkfic. Go
figure.

Well, if you guys send me flames and hate messages, I'll understand. I'll
try to keep quiet for the next few days, if that'll make you happy. Boy,
I'm depressed.


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Dustin Goeller (Spiffy)
e-mail:stinky@azstarnet.com <---- Send Flames Hear, Not To ML or Girlfriend.
Web Page:Get real! Me make a web page?  Yea, whatever...

"When you breathe, you inspire. When you do not breathe, you expire."
			-A Student Blooper From 'Anguished English.'
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