The Good Ole’ Days

Back when I first started writing on this site, there was a select group that read it on a daily basis (I think there were three people, total, including myself). My main commenters included my friend Mara, who pre-Facebook did not have an outlet for all of her insane stories, so she’d put them in the comments here, even when they did not relate to the post in any way. The other was a good buddy of Trent’s, someone who has with time morphed into Trent’s business partner/godfather of our child.

But back when he was less mature and probably way too open with his opinions, this particular guy and I had a lot in common. We both hated our jobs. We both were cynical assholes. We both thought our significant others were way to happy with their lives, so we’d make snarky comments to try and knock them down a notch (never worked, happy bastards). And he usually commented on my posts on this site.

I’m starting the process of redesigning the site again (blech, yuck, boo) and as I’m going through all my old content, I’ve been stumbling upon some relics of my past. In particular, the comments section of this site has diminished quite a bit. I guess we’re all more “mature” now and don’t leave snarky comments every day. But after reading some of these gems, you may want to rethink your position on oversharing.

From the mouth (or keyboard) of “//heath”, circa 2005-ish:

“That doesn’t diminish that fact that you used to be way cooler when you hated the world with me.”

“Booooo, booo, boo. Yes, I’m booing you.”

“Oh, snap.”

“I’ll be happier if you’re still miserable AT WORK, when the baby is born.”

“PS: Gettin’ silly with the 9 milli!!!”

“Last thing I remember is pointing the bottom of a gallon of W.L Wellers toward the sky.”

“I hate you, for not hating your job.”

“‘your’ indicates posession, ‘you’re’, as you should have used means ‘you are’; as in, you are funny. Invoice: $85.35”

“Trent’s hot”

“American hating Pinko Commie!!”

Ahhhh, the good ole’ days…………