So I started this thing a while back now I guess. At first I just wanted it to be a way that I could turn my boring mundane life into something that I could read back on and bust a gut about. A healthy way to remember yourself if I do say so myself.
I just had a random thought. Who the fuck decided that the word "blog" was a good label to put on an internet journal of sorts. What does that even mean. fucking blog. Reminds me of the first sound that comes out when you vomit. Not the dry heave but when theres some actual chunkness coming up. Yeah I know! that's totally what you say. "BLOOOOOGGGG" gross.
Back to my original thought. I feel this is good therapy for me. Its cheap and so that means its good for me. Cuz if I wasn't able to try and look back and find humor in some of god's not so kind acts towards me. I'd be a sad lonely piece of filth right abouts now. Well maybe not, but I wouldn't have documented proof of my brilliant 5 stages analogy. That one's going on my resume. Hans brix