Stories About Life and How I Bet the Internet #394

Let us begin with an explanation about how one lost ones own privileges to ones OWN domain name. Baby dick party. No, but seriously. Last year, in the craziness of New York life, I decided - you know what? I'm going to get myself one of those 'legit' dotcom addresses because, well internet - just like L'Oreal Paris - I think you're worth it. And what a great decision that was [read: serious tone]. I clicked this button that said it would auto renew this fancy asset purchase I had just made. I, being so cyberive (that's a fusion of cyber and naive - brilliant isn't it?), I had very little idea that this would not in fact happen. Turns out Google fluctuates their policies more than German inflation circa 1920's; thus brings me to the current week, which has been full of asshole-ism on the internet front. If you are reading this then it means I was indeed successful in getting both Lord Google and Duke GoDaddy to back down on their ridiculous policies and reinstate my domain. Yes, that's right, I bet the internet *fist pumps violently*.

However, in the time I have been on my involuntary internet hiatus, I have reevaluated pretty much my life in general. My poor subconscious has been plagued with such questions as: will I still be doing this in 5 years time? Should I stop this blog? Why did I start it in the first place? How do I be less superficial in a superficial industry? Is what I do actually interesting? What the fuck do I actually do? Am I actually good at anything?  What is narcissism, really? Why do I have cravings for coconut water? Why do I find this so funny? Should I start making YouTube videos, again? What's with all the pregnant dreams I've been having? Why does the hair on my leg (that's singular because I'm pissed off with my other leg for making me fall down a embankment) grow faster in hot weather? What is life?

With such an intense foray of questions floating round in the matrix of my brain I have decided I will continue this blog. For how ever long I want to. Because, I can. And because I'm secretly really stoked I outsmarted the internet. Who needs lawyers when you have me (narcissism?). So I'll be here, lurking like a pedo in cyberspace, sharing the ramblings of life.

You're awesome, keep being awesome. 

Morgs