Hello,
████ could not be reached in time for this publication, so, as the publisher and the only other participant in the deal, I'll be doing all of the writing this time.
I've been asked to redact any potentially "revealing" (personal/sensitive?) information and not to directly mention what any real-world events are when I reference them, I suppose this is the same deal as always, but I apologize for any unwanted vagueness and black squares.
Fuck you. Not in a genuine way, more of a "come on dude, really?" type of fuck you. What, this shit looks WORD FOR WORD, just with the names replaced and all. The old stuff is, as was mentioned yesterday, dried out as hell. Three years in a row this particular thing has been done now. Do something new, something creative, if you're gonna do anything. But good luck coming up with an idea, of course. It's all been done already.
No hate, just disappointment.
It's great to finally be able to write something on my own for this silly website again. Well, it really isn't, actually, I quite hate this site and wish I could be done with it, but a deal's a deal, and I'll just use the space I have now to talk about stuff that makes me happy. The number 62. Ahahaha! I once dropped a little line about it in a previous publication but it seems no one noticed! Well, let me tell you about the number 62. It's too embarrassing to say directly what it means in my little inside joke but if anyone here is turkish just think of what the number 31 means over there, and then think, what if there was another number that meant, you know, the opposite? (Okay fuck being vague the meaning is rubbing one out for chrissake) - Yeah, stupid but it became a thing, and suddenly I had made little characters like Siks D. Tue and Sesenta Y. Dos, replaced element 62 on the periodic table with E for Estrogen, and, I don't know. Lots of things that are funny and stuff. All because I think rubbing one out is really funny. I'm not exactly a role model for people with a good sense of humor.
I think I'll leave it at that, since I've clearly made an amazing impression on anyone reading this who doesn't know me. Now I'll hopefully be able to retreat back into the role of assistant and not be on the spot like this ever again. Because jesus fucking christ, when I'm asked to talk about what's on my mind, I usually end up getting into stuff like ^^THAT. Gotta get a grip gotta get a goddamn grip
writing a few more words so the word count doesn't contain '69' theres already one too many numbers in here that reference something sexual in a certain context