Okay, I'm not. I hope none of the people who read this LJ were fooled into thinking I'd never come back. If so, you should realize no matter how much you bash Nangbaby, Destina Faroda, Serena Briefs, or whatever you want to call me, I'm still here. I will survive. I will not be stopped. Slowed down? Yes, I can lose heart and faith, but the truth of the matter is I'm not going into the abyss right now. In fact, I never even intended on plunging into the sea of forgetfulness, despite wanting to forget the pain of being untalented. I just wanted someone to prove he or she cared by jumping in with me. I guess I expected too much.
Well, no longer. I'm not exactly happy. I'll never be happy until the day that all the people who have wronged me in the past, from ICVD all the way back to Cupid's Arrow, choke before my very feet on their own bile and are forgotten by the sands of time. But I am back, full of more mumruring and complaining than 40 years of desert wanderers. If you don't like it, don't complain. Get in line and learn to lick it because I refuse to settle for less than perfection.
April Fool's, assholes! In the immortal words of Bill Goldberg, "Who's next?"