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Bye, Buzznet.

I will not miss you.

I took some time to recharge my battery, to try to regain some excitement, to try to find something I valued in your hallowed halls and links as I quietly read and snooped around. I didn't. I don't. I won't.

I have tired of the catty communities and cliques and 'cool kids', the vain "artistic" shots of nude middled aged women swallowed unquestionably like so much sugar, the mixed sad and blatent cries for attention, the emphatically uninteresting poems and songs accompanying equally uninteresting blurry shots, the bland political statements, the enthusiastic stalkers, and documentation of lives whose merrit is questionable at best. Attach the names as you seem fit.

If I'm acting smug it's because I've learned to hate so many of you for your unending vanity and creation of drama.

Thanks to those who have been nice, quiet, patient, supportive, and above all else, held no false sense of self importance.

Thanks to the one good friend I have made through this experiment.

Thanks, of course, for all the fish.