My Mom didn't have any kids that lived.
If you've gotten to this page you've learned that I am not, in fact, dead. Oh... I've seen better days. I've seen days where I didn't want to stick my head in an oven (especially not mine, since it's electric). Days where I would shave and not pause near the jugular (props to Al Bundy). But if I'm going to kill myself, I figured I'd do it through writing.
Please don't call me and tell me what a prick I am. Believe me, I goddamned know it. Normal programming will resume as soon as I get my head together.
Gooch
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