Okay, this sucks. I just spent like an hour making this wonderful post and it went up in a poof of fucking logic. *sigh*

To reiterate:

Yeah. It's been a while. Tough shit. Stuff happens. And you find that all the time you've wasted on stuff and people that really don't matter in the final analysis is coming back to bite you in the ass. So you gather your thoughts and regroup for a new assault on life.

Top Ten Reasons.

10) Because.
9) *Just* Because.
8) Your mom *said* so, *THAT'S* why.
7) Ia Ia, Steveus Evillus Ftagn!
6) Because there's a finite amount of time in this world, and therefore should be spent on *real* friends.
5) You know, *REAL* friends. The kind who will hunker down in your trench with you while roiling, bubbling shit is swirling around up to your reproductive organs, and will help you hold your head out of it until they and you can shovel the lot of it into some other poor schmuck's trench.
4) *That* kind of friend. Not the "oh, ha ha we're friends" kind of friend, either. Martha Stewart doesn't make crewel stitcheries about this kind of friend. A Paean to this kind of friend doesn't get embroidered onto one of those useless little pillows that nobody gives a shit about that sits on the couch being in the way and annoying and getting covered in mounds of cathair and hairballs, until it is eventually thrown out with the trash or burned.
3) Yeah. *those* friends. You know who you are. Or rather, who you aren't. At least you should. By *now*, anyway.
2) Sushi. Made from tentacles. Eaten with Steveus. While basking in the warm glow of Carl's insidious red eyes.
1) Evil Sushi. And Friends. That's about it.

Plan to do this again real soon. We'll see how well that works this time.

Orgiastic Monogamy Rules!

-Taz