I Guess

I guess I missed the 200th post. I'm not angry or anything; I was just going to say something about the start of Suite 3100, probably something about booze and then something else about Suite 3100. It's been a while since I last posted, and my last post is kinda starting to leave a bad taste in my mouth, so even if it's the 202nd, it's probably a good idea to just keep writing.

I was awake when Carl and Alan had their way with the internet, and this going to sound weird, but I was proud of S3100 right then. I don't know much about writing, and I know even less about art, but when I think back to what I expected the blog to become, I know that it has become something far better (I was thinking, honestly, just a current events-type ranting space. It is that, of course, but I feel like there's more than that alone).

I thought about the fact that I started the blog, yet it's grown up and fallen more into Alan's hands than mine. Somehow, though, I don't hold it against him; Alan keeps me far more entertained than I would have kept myself, and I never could have put any of this together by myself. My internet baby is growing up, and Alan's hands are capable. And maybe the blog wanted to move into his hands as much as he wanted to have it in his hands.

I'm not good at explaining this sort of thing, but it's kinda the same with Blake. Or, it should be. Betrayal and lies and all of that bullshit is just that; bullshit. Seeing Blake, who I thought of as mine, fall into Alan's hands, I just got jealous, I guess.

But Alan's a good guy. He's not a fuck-up, and he's not prone to becoming one. There's no reason that he shouldn't have hooked up with Blake.

Jealousy's a bitch, is what I'm trying to say. And, I'm sorry. And, great work.

-Chaz