Shit, guys. I just discovered the weirdest thing. I'm at a complete loss for words (except for all the ones I'm about to say). Seriously, anything I've ever thought was weird and uncomfortable before? Completely fucking forgettable compared to this.
I have an imposter.
You read that right. Someone out there has been pretending to be me on the internet, and has been UPDATING A FAKE BLOG FROM MY PERSPECTIVE FOR AN ENTIRE MONTH.
What the-- what am I supposed to do?! I can't even think! This is insane. This is just...shit, it even has readers. The fucking thing has comments from my friends responding to my posts, but it's NOT FUCKING ME. Who does this? Who fucking knows this much about me?
I don't know whether to be flattered or freaked out. I guess I'm a little of both, I guess. No, a lot of both. I'm very flattered -- it's kind of like I'm famous or something, right? And I'm a whole fucking lot freaked out.
I'm not sure where to proceed from here. Do I ignore it? Do I keep updating my own blog in the hopes that my true friends will know I'm the real Gui? Do I just...stop? I still can't think. My blogosphere has been turned upside down. I need to go suck on a Ritter Sport and spit it out before I ingest too much sugar. Updates to follow.*
*Or are they? Who even knows anymore?!
Monday, November 30, 2009
Existential emergency
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Ritter Sport,
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