GOD DAMN
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Ok, so I haven't visited my own site here or really paid much attention to stumbleupon in general for a few months. An old friend stops by to drop a line so I think to myself "Hey dummy, you should check that stumbleupon shit out, you don't have a million other better things you could be doing, like fucking painting a rotten apple wit...". Taking my own suggestion, I drop by the page and decide to announce to no one at all that reads this tripe that it's been a long time since I've looked at this hemorrhaging turd of a website. There's only one problem...
I come to this site and it's so FUCKING CLUTTERED WITH INANE BULLSHIT THAT I CAN'T EVEN FIGURE OUT WHAT'S GOING ON! It seriously took me about 10 minutes of random clicking to figure out where this shoddy "blog" area was so I could voice my distaste in this opulent feast of fecal sandwiches.
I hate to be an old shitface and say something like "it was better in my day when you could beat your kids with a wire hanger and get away with it" but this shit is such a cluttered mess of fucking jank. I love minimal design. While I'm not original enough to keep up with my twitter account, and I despise most of those condescending twats, at least I can figure out what the fuck I'm supposed to be doing there in 5 seconds, and I don't have to muddle around in this ADHD world known as stumbleupon. Now I remember why I left.
And if I managed to offend you because you get off on a scatological fetish or you have ADHD or love stumbleupon and it's re-re design, kindly fuck off and die. I feel like I'm watching CNN Headline news and Sportscenter and Bloomberg TV all at the same time. Why do I need to see my "tags" or my history? I know what all that shit is, I LIVED IT AND WROTE IT DOWN. Please remind me of how I wasted my time here.
This is my personal preference, and I understand you might like to feel overwhelmed with WORDS WORDS WORDS BLASRHSODHFSD! but give me the option at least of what the fuck I can see without having to jump through flaming hoops for god's sake.
In addition, I was about to publish this and wanted to look at my preview and it changed my subject/URL shit to something off of my clipboard. Nice fucking website EBAY or whoever owns this fucking garbage. Now I try to publish this shit and I'm on some site review... WHEN DOES THE FUN STOP DADDY!? Now I get to work for 10 more minutes to figure how I post this sad excuse for a blog.
I come to this site and it's so FUCKING CLUTTERED WITH INANE BULLSHIT THAT I CAN'T EVEN FIGURE OUT WHAT'S GOING ON! It seriously took me about 10 minutes of random clicking to figure out where this shoddy "blog" area was so I could voice my distaste in this opulent feast of fecal sandwiches.
I hate to be an old shitface and say something like "it was better in my day when you could beat your kids with a wire hanger and get away with it" but this shit is such a cluttered mess of fucking jank. I love minimal design. While I'm not original enough to keep up with my twitter account, and I despise most of those condescending twats, at least I can figure out what the fuck I'm supposed to be doing there in 5 seconds, and I don't have to muddle around in this ADHD world known as stumbleupon. Now I remember why I left.
And if I managed to offend you because you get off on a scatological fetish or you have ADHD or love stumbleupon and it's re-re design, kindly fuck off and die. I feel like I'm watching CNN Headline news and Sportscenter and Bloomberg TV all at the same time. Why do I need to see my "tags" or my history? I know what all that shit is, I LIVED IT AND WROTE IT DOWN. Please remind me of how I wasted my time here.
This is my personal preference, and I understand you might like to feel overwhelmed with WORDS WORDS WORDS BLASRHSODHFSD! but give me the option at least of what the fuck I can see without having to jump through flaming hoops for god's sake.
In addition, I was about to publish this and wanted to look at my preview and it changed my subject/URL shit to something off of my clipboard. Nice fucking website EBAY or whoever owns this fucking garbage. Now I try to publish this shit and I'm on some site review... WHEN DOES THE FUN STOP DADDY!? Now I get to work for 10 more minutes to figure how I post this sad excuse for a blog.
