You people amuse me. Yes, you people who read this thing. No, not all of you, but certain people in particular who can be grouped into two major types:
1) people who visit this site after telling me they hate me / my wallpapers / my layouts / my code / my dog / my being born in October / etc. You tell me you hate me, and my hit logs say you are back again the very next day looking at me spew paragraphs of my bullshit onto the web. The "why" is a mystery, but it makes for interesting games to pass the time. After all, you know your misspelled hate mail where I "fuk a cock wore" just nags me all day. I think I may just add a filter to my mailbox that automatically discards any message containing "ur". Additionally, I am going to add "1337", "fuxor", "cat", "dog", and "roach". Consider yourself warned.
2) people who read this journal and then complain to their friends that I wrote about them. I guess the fact that this is a journal must be new to you. Okay then: a journal is a place where I, Jakob, write what I want. I don't care if you read it, I don't care if you show it to other people, link to it, or anything like that. After all, it is on the Internet. Thanks to a sly lack of META tags, you won't even find it immediately on a Google search. What this means is that you looked for it. I didn't sit you down, tie you to a chair, and make you look at this. I'm not making you read this now even. This is my personal rant space, and I treat it as such. Rarely is it insightful like Emma, even rarer is it as funny as say Kitsune's, and probably even rarer than that is it worth your time to read. Yet you come here, you read, and then you complain that I said bad things about you. Congratulations, you just made yourself look like an even bigger idiot. Absolutely fucking hilarious for me, sucks to be you. I used to care a bit more about people reading this. Let me tell you a story to go with it.
A long time ago in the days of hypermart.net hosting, I had said something about two people from my graduating class who I heard were smoking pot, and sort of reflected on how people changed when they went away from college. Two people in my graduating class back then decided to bring it up at a New Year's party. I got a flaming e-mail from the two girls, I removed the content and blasted Colin and Seth on the spot. In my journal. Now, this was way back when I had < 10 hits per day and I was three of them. Looking back, that was the funniest shit ever since I knew they would both come back and read it. I was threatened some spiffy legal action, got to write a few flaming electronic mails back and forth too. It was a lot of fun, and I would do it all again too because now I know something I didn't back then: it was funny. It was funny people got so upset over my bitching and ranting, which they came to read. I guess it is the humor in human stupidity that keeps people like Maddox going.
Yeah, you people make me laugh. I also put money on at least one person doing one of those two things in response to this posting.
In response to "funny people":
Hi Jakob
You also forgot to mention about a type of “third person” like Korina ^_^ who likes and is very interested in what you have to say and share to the rest of the world! I am a big fan, and regardless of what people say about you or your comments, I think you are a pretty cool guy!
Keep it up!!!! You rock Jakob! Felocity rocks! It must be the “ASAP” in us, or simply put, “your awesome personality”.
By the way! Suzue just got engaged!!!!! Suzue and her boyfriend and I are meeting for dinner in Watsonville Friday… I am not sure if you left for Roseville (where you live) already. Would you like to join us? Let me know (F.C.). I would also invite Jake to our gathering, but I already know he’s in Nebraska. Hope he is doing ok!
Ciao miau Jakob! Awesome job you do at your website!
Your friend,
Korina ^_^ - MIE-Business Management/MTP ASSISTANT/JKFX.COM
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