I was going to say that Yahoo!+Tumblr means exactly jack shit for me, since I already overuse exclamation points, and I’ve been at the same follower plateau for A YEAR, but then I went to Flickr and tried to post this photo that I took a few years ago, and it was a fucking NIGHTMARE*, so thanks, Yahoo! for making a thing that used to work into something super shitty and HAVE FUN STORMING THE CASTLE!
[*I had to fucking SCREENGRAB my own photo that I took because the original is on a long dead hard-drive and Flickr won’t let you download your own goddamn files. Fuck you with barbed wire fire, Flickr. Seriously GDIAF.]
WHATEVER, you guys (other than the lovely lady to whom I was communicating above). I know it’s stupid, but it bums me out that this just sits there with one star and people who find stuff like this funny never bother to RT me to their followers, some of whom might be empowered to include something I say in one of those “people we think are funny” lists I have never been on since I joined the infernal Twittering service in 2007. Is there not enough room for all of us on the internet and its concomitant listicles!?
Irked Person At A Social Media Plateau For Like A Year, Writing A Post I Will Likely Delete Later Because I Sound Like A Stupid Gross Baby
We would also have accepted “we all have dogs and girlfriends now, so hand your fucks directly to the judge, because we ain’t having them here, bitches!”
Wow, Tumblrbot, those are some pretty edgy suggestions there. Dare I risk following such unknowns? How can I be sure they’ll talk about iPads and girlfriends and resort holidays enough to make me feel properly homicidal? I NEED TO KEEP UP THE BILE TO FUEL THE HATE CAULDRON.
One like and not a single reblog of something I worked really hard to write. Probably shouldn’t have put the word “Vancouver” in the title, because obviously nobody gives a shit even when it’s actually pretty interesting.
It’s not haters that get me down, it’s the people that know me well that are still apparently judging me because I don’t fit the conventional model of success (meaning I am not a success at all in their eyes). Seriously, I bet if I had a husband or boyfriend covering my ass, nobody would complain, but because I haven’t settled for letting some rich asshole support me and my “art” and my struggles are so public, I’M the loser.
But I suppose I hate being destitute even more.