test...

sweet.

I'm not a complete fuck-wit.
I managed to figure out how to post a
picture without causing myself permanent brain damage.
Now, please understand when I write this self-deprecating diatribe
that I don't actually think of myself as dim or tragic. In fact, I think rather highly of myself. That's why I don't take it personally when I am hard on me. You know, it's just my own personal issues that I'm projecting onto myself. It's not actually ME that I have a problem with. It's really just myself and my "story" if I may.

It's really rather cosmic.
Molecular-level psychology.

Now if I could just figure out how to change the font on this bitch....

whoa

So...

I think I'm gonna try this blog thing. I mean, I don't have to tell anybody about it, right?

Nobody has to know.

This can be my little secret. My "special place" If you will.

It's free, so I SHOULD be taking advantage of it right? Everyone and their dog has one! It's therapeutic, holistic, rejuvenating and my god-given right as an American.

Shit! I'd be crazy NOT to!

So, if I don't like it, can I return it? What if it's too small? What's the manufacturer's warrenty? How many days do I have to decide before the offer expires?

Do I have to sign anything away, like my first-born?
I just tried to post a picture and I don't think it worked. Is that going on my permanent record?

GOD this is intimidating!!!