这段时间万维上人犬沸腾，俺的头转成了个葫芦，看了好几天，依然是稀里糊涂，不明就里。
自五月份开博以来，已好几个月了。开博前，对万维网纯属蜻蜓点水，一看首页那些“不炸眼球不罢休”的东抄西摘过了时的新闻就不感冒。直到有一天偶然到了热点博客一栏，一口气看下来，才发现 “山不在高，有仙则名；水不在深，有龙则灵”，这是个藏龙卧虎之地。俺这样一个没有受过什么“高等教育”的人也想沾点灵性，所以不知天高地厚地开了间外卖店。
一来而往，果然受惠不浅，认识了许多真正的精英，智商、情商都进化到了一个俺只能仰慕的高点。偶然也碰到个别鸟人鸟语，俺倒也不在意。就如俺家附近那条秀丽宛然的丛林小道，有时也散落些无良之狗的shit。若俺与狗一般见识，耿耿于怀，就此裹足不前，让那不曾薄待俺的屡屡夕阳情何以堪?!那袅袅招展的秋叶情何以堪?!那妩媚乖巧的松鼠情何以堪?!那温婉深情的小溪情何以堪?!......所以，俺每日傍晚必款款而行，尽情享受与丛林小道的缘分。据说两人的相爱是修行五百年的结果，这种网上的相逢、相知、相赏也是要修行好几百年吧?岂能让不相干的、不入流的脏东西破坏了呢?
而山月歌就此关闭了博客，不说那些误会，就真的如她所说的那样，欣赏她的人还是一边倒的多吧?在她心目中究竟孰重孰轻?这让俺这样喜欢她博客的人真是情何以堪?!
虽说是言论自由，但有些人“肉麻当有趣，大声当有理”，真是大煞风景。最让俺大跌眼镜(若俺戴眼镜的话)的是，有几个俺认为是“精英”的竟然摇身一变成了武汉街头的泼妇。唉，这让俺情何以堪?!
情无以堪，剪不断，理还乱，且学牛北村乡长的淡定:吱溜一口尊尼酒， 吧嗒一片猪头肉。洒家自是潇洒快活。
I get tired, and upset
And i’m trying to care a little less
I get googly then I only get sad and depressed
I was taught to hide those issues, I was told:
Don’t worry, there’s no doubt
There’s always something to cry about
When you’re stuck in an angry crowd
They don’t think what they say before they open their mouth, you gotta
Pack up your troubles in your old knit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don’t care what the people may say
What the people may say bout me.
Pack up your troubles get your old grin back
Don’t worry about the cavalry
I don’t care what the whisperers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me
A hot topic,
Maybe I should drop it,
It’s a touchy subject,
And I like to tiptoe 'round the s**t going down,
You got penny, no pound
So if your business is running out
It’s not my business to talk about
They don’t think what they say before they open their mouth, you gotta
Pack up your troubles in your old knit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don’t care what the people may say
What the people may say bout me
Pack up your troubles get Your old Grin back
Don’t worry about the cavalry
I don’t care what the whisperers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me
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Pack up your troubles in your old knit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don’t care what the people may say
What the people may say bout me
Pack up your troubles get Your old Grin back
Don’t worry about the cavalry
I don’t care what the whisperers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me
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yeah yeah
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Oh oh
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