All the Shit That's Fit to Spit

Saturday, July 31, 2004

 

Crashed and Burnt



***Queue up "Desperado" by The Eagles as you read this***

Dear Cherished Readers,

If you haven't heard, my website was discovered by a couple of computer savvy parents two days ago. As a result, this will be the last post on this website. Also, I have been strongly advised by all of my friends to remove the site and all of its contents from the internet. This has been done with absolutely no questions asked. I value my friends too highly to allow further trouble to come from my website. Also, as a courtesy, I have removed all pictures taken during the celebration of life as a high schooler from my image hosting site which is also password protected.

I've now had three days to let this all sink in. I think I can now put forth an assessment of what I've lost personally via the destruction of this website. My website was never meant to be found, obviously, but I do realize that the very idea of it is, at it's core, a bad idea. However, I'm a photographer and a documentarian simply by my nature. I can't help that. The joy that I felt writing about a weekend of hedonism with pictures to back it up was indescribable. This site was a way for me to tell people exactly what I thought about everything that I thought about. That, while throwing in the occasional line of Shakespeare or Robert Frost.

As of last night, it's all gone. The documentation of my last 6 months of my life as a high schooler and as a young man, gone. I'm not bitter, because I knew that I needed to do it eventually. I guess it's like high school itself. It was nice while it lasted, and now it's time to move on.

However, I implore all of you to cherish the memories...













Thank you to everyone that read and enjoyed my website over the past six months. I will really miss doing it. But, I WILL be back. Give me a month or so. New URL, this time no pictures that your mom couldn't see (for the most part). You shouldn't worry. I won't leave you hanging with just Matt's website to look at. That would be cruel and unusual. (J/K Matt:)

Thank you once again.

Sincerely,

Rivers A. Langley

P.S. Since this is the last post and all, you should leave me some comments. WITH YOUR NAME.

posted by Rivers  # 2:30 PM
Comments:
This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
 
Dear Mrs. Bugg,
Revenge is a dish best served cold, and served it will be. The revolution lives. save save rivers.
Caroline M. Gibson
(the one that took her shirt off)
 
Rivers, the site is dead
bang our head
to cornbread red
-sean
p.s. thanks for making us laugh and cry
 
What's up rivers. It is just a shame to see your work go down for the sake of conservative bitches. For all those parents out there, I fully agree with Matt's statements and I apologize for all of your actions regarding this website due to the fact that you are acting more childish than your own sons and daughters. All of you upcoming seniors in high school... only one more year of your parents. Later
---chris m.
 
What a ride it was my friend. I'll never forget these last couple of years. From the campouts to waffle house it was all great. I dont think that there is a bad time for modest mouse, but this is the perfect time. "The Good Times are Killing Me"

Hray
 
those memories were f'n huge dude... bitches!
 
Your new site should be
mrsbuggsmellslikeass.blogspot.com



Rollie
 
on a serious note: mrs. bugg, you really do smell like ass.
 
it was great while it lasted. apart from puking all over myself. that was pretty gay.

Conor
 
I hope that gay fat ass Miles Bugg goes to HELL that dumb fuck I hate him I hope that he drives he SUV of a cliff. Maybe he won't be so fat if he went on a diet but Miles is too dumb to know what a diet is. His opinion of a diet is eating 6 meals a day instead of 15+ meals a day.
 
I'm assuming that whoever left that last comment is the same culprit that left this comment on Matt's site:

"Matt your site sucks compared to save rivers. Since site is crap I hope you spend all that money on doom and then is doesn't work at all on your piece of shit computer. That sucks how you got rejected from Auburn the first time around you must me a real dumbass but not as dumb as that kid MILES BUGG aka the fuckin dumb fat ass instead of worrying about DOOM 3 you should be worried about AU and not flunking out or going on Acadamic Probation."

I'd just like to say that whoever you are, you rock. Who needs proper spelling and grammar? Fuck it. Hell yeah brother, don't worry I'll be back. Until then,

GIT-R-DONE!
 
If you need hosting, I've got a blog script and plenty of space over at www.tufools.net
 
MILES BUGG please donate money to a new site I'm making if you donate enough you will be safe from pictures and other shit that I will post on other sites. I know where you go to school and can make your senior life a living HELL. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
 
I am the Lord thy God.

Trent
 
one day you guys will know the parents were right. Mrs. Simon is the one to blame...she told all about the site.....
 
just ask Mark Simon when he told his mom about the site...(it was the last week of june)...it just took some parents awhile to get around to looking at it...what you did was creative rivers, but major STUPID....so adam and miles did not rat you folks out it was good ole markie
 
Is that supposed to be new information?

I've always known that.

Who uses Major as an adjective?
 
In 9 days it will have been a year since this post. I say there should be a special post dedicated to the fall of Save Rivers.
 
Funkhouse Roolz.

Fuck you Mrs. Bugg for ruining like three days.

Love,

Funkhouse
 
Post a Comment

<< Home

Archives

July 2004  

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?