Ladies and Gentlemen, I am upset.
Throughout my life, whenever I catch a break or decide to pursue some kind of goal, I would frequently encounter roadblocks. Especially since moving out of my parents house and living on my own, I always find myself unable to do something because “something came up”. It was only a matter of time before it hit this writing challenge too.
I mentioned before in the comments of someone else’s article why I decided to commit to this challenge. I need something that I can point to and say: “I did that.” Something that I can use to prove to myself that I’m not completely worthless. But now, this shit just got a whole lot more difficult.
Kinja decided it’s gonna go balls deep in my ass. Thank goodness the post I made yesterday wasn’t exactly intricate. The goddamn formatting tools won’t work. Everything except the list and quote buttons have stopped working. The font can’t be anything other then normal text. So I can’t change it to header 2 or anything. I figured out that ctrl + b is bold, ctrl + k is insert link. But that’s about it. Upload images? Haven’t go a clue. Which means slideshows are also out of the question.
I’m ready to write part 5 of that ignoring battletech’s main story nonsense, but now I CAN’T! I need the fuckin’ slideshow. The post I made on Thursday about the esports happening this weekend? I said that I would update it with new information. I got the information. But I can’t edit it. When I hit “edit” the page doesn’t load. I can’t “save drafts” either. So I have to be absolutely sure that I didn’t fuck up somehow before I hit publish.
Just as I had this idea for using wordpress, that fucked up too. But luckily I was able to fix that today. My living situation has me sharing internet with a housemate. Turns out it was a DNS issue. He turned it off for 5 minutes to see if it really was causing the issues with Kinja too. Nope, Kinja is still thrusting into me.
16 days left to finish this challenging, and I’ll be damned if you’re gonna stop me now. I’m finishing this, even if I have to post literal crap. Do you have any idea how many shit-stories I got? I almost shat my pants in Barcelona once. They damn near had to hose down a Tony Roma’s bathroom once because of me. If you don’t wanna hear it, then you better fix this shit up, and soon. Tik tok.