There is a certain place that I like to sit. And even more importantly, there is a certain thing I like to sit on. My chair. MY chair. And a short while ago, it was stolen from me! Oh, vile wretched merchants of suffering, why have you visited upon me such sorrows! What mortal deed could I have possibly committed to be so deserving! Fate, fate, oh, bitter fate, how thee strikest at me! How thee ever seekest to vanquish me, to dash me upon the rocks of unhappiness! To take from me all earthly joys!

Nay, said I, nay, a thousand times! I shall not lie down upon the cold stone slab of destiny and accept my fate in so meek a fashion as this! Rise up! Rise up, and fight! Rally under the banner of truth! Justice! And freeeeeeeeeeeeeedoooooooooooom!

So, I went and took my chair back. There was yelling. There was even some muted violence. But I feel satisfied with a job well done. And as far as I’m concerned, this isn’t just regaining stolen property. No, this is liberation. This is like the Iraq War. This is when we took out Saddam Hussein, except this time, the locals were glad to see us. As far as I’m concerned, I’m a hero.

And a comfortably seated one too, now.

You purport to be from one specific country. Maybe you are, maybe you aren’t.What I have to say isn’t to people from that country. It’s to your group.

You’re dicks.

You’re all a bunch of dicks. Shut the hell up.

As none of you know (unless you keep up with my pulses. Yes, that means you, Frank, you stalker.) I had my very first xanga meetup ever last weekend! I’ve been on xanga for who knows how many years now. Five and a half I think. But I’ve never had the opportunity to meet anybody before. Mostly because the xangans I ask seem to be convinced I’m a serial killer…

Anyway.

So I finally managed to convince one especially brave xangan to meet me! I was flying past, so I arranged for a connecting flight that’d take me to their local airport. Wow. I gotta say, meeting xangans is fun. If I knew how fun it was, I’d have done it more often, years ago! In a tent, even. Turns out internet people aren’t all scary monsters after all. And I’m referring to myself here, of course. The xangan I met was every bit of what she seems like she’d be from her xanga persona.

That is all.

Oh, and happy Christmas to my atheist friends. To all you Christians out there… merry Hanukkah.

P.S. Five xanga credits go to the first commenter who correctly guesses which xangan I met!