Tuesday, February 19, 2008

I ate your mom's pot roast and I'm not sorry.

I have a lot of problems. I am not well-adjusted, well-liked, and my well-being, is...well, not well at all. I have the sinking suspicion that I am, in fact, mentally ill. But I have no way of proving this at the moment, although I'm told actions give away much.
Anyway....
I have no idea why I started another new blog. I guess I'm a sucker for anonymity. I like it that you don't know who I am. It's much easier to tell crap to people if they can't pick you out in a line-up. Besides, talking about my feelings and all in person makes me nauseous.
So, I guess I'll come back when I actually have something to say. Whatever it is, you can pretty much count on it making you feel a whole lot better about yourself in comparison.
And, really, at the end of the day, isn't that what it's really about?
Glad to be of service.
Love, Jack

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