I would like to take a moment and thank all of the supporters of this...wait a flip (can't say fuck on angelfire sites kiddies) I don't get a single dime for this website. I have to go out and get a real job just so I can still have web access (yes I know about free internet but I hate ad banners). Well..I would like to thank all those who send me letters reviving my enthusiasm and reminding me why I made this website in the first place. I am pretty whacked out right now. Don't worry..it won't be for too long. You people that write me also remind me that not everyone on the net is a perverted sick flip (not fuck) flogging their dolphin while looking at kiddie porn. Then again, not many in the real world inspire much confidence either. WARNING SHAMELESS PLUG: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac and Squee's Big Giant Book of Unspeakable Horrors are a must have for any twisted person looking for a laugh (not sick flogging dolphin types, only psychosis impaired maniacs or those who look at this web page).

Mental Exercise for the week: Meditate on Cattle Mutilations. I did it for an hour and then delivered a report on it to the people who wanted to know why I was an hour late... It gets pretty weird. I just had my heart broken. Sigh..can't seem to find anyone that I care for and when I do...it either ends up biting me in the buttox (but not the ass) or it is simply out of my reach..sigh..ick. enough downing pooh (shit) Enjoy my website, I am truly trying to make it the best and most entertaining for all of you. PLEASE SEND ME COMMENTS OR SUGGESTIONS. Thanks. And now a weird piece of Rambling that I wrote a couple nights ago to someone. It is after all a rant.

It is kind of hard to type, my dog keeps sticking her head under my arm...its kinda nice though, she keeps me warm. I have been spending most of my past few days watching English Comedy...its back on...I haven't touched my summer assignments. The world is crazy, I don't feel like going to school...rot and double rot, it is 3 in the morning...what a sick sad world this turns out to be. Woe is me and all that bullshit....worse than goth poetry... I seriously am thinking about blowing up my pencil. I found some fireworks and my pencil is sitting on my desk mocking me... it won't run out of led...it keeps going no matter what sort of hardships I put it through....I have to get a new book bag...my cat pissed on mine....no wait...it is my step mom's cat..do you think cat skin bags will be in style in 2000-2001? better go ask my sister, she is the shallow fashion fop..speaking of fop I am rambling again... time for me to go to the only thing left to give me comfort..my doggy...sleep....

~Taer, webmaster of Rambling Goth who is currently whacked out on Mt. Dew and Elvin Fudge Butter Cookies (hear their little squeals !!)