...but I still reserve the right to be a shithead.

I slept horribly last night. I figure I got three hours sleep. Caffeine could only take me so far. I came home early, snoozed a bit, and now I'm back to run some errands/fix some computers, watch some Netflix. I'm a simple man. At least I'm trying to be simpler.

I started writing a self help book. Entitled "Self Help," It was basically me yelling at myself and telling myself how to make my life better. But, instead of "myself," it would appear I was telling you how to improve your life. It would've worked well but it became too mean spirited. I was coming off as so self loathing that I think others' feelings would get hurt as well. There's a project there, I just need to reboot it.

I'm getting kicked out of the office. Off to self improve.

JG

Moment of Truth

I mean... I officiate weddings. I've done eight. That's me, on the right. Eight weddings and still I'm seen as a shithead.

I'm a nice, vulnerable person with myriad insecurities that finds validation in trying to make other people happy through jokes or fixing computers. This website and a vast majority of my Facebook/Twitter posts are satirical in nature and not meant to convey any sort of reality. This website and, more recently Facebook/Twitter are like my "scratch pad" of jokes. As soon as something pops in my head that I feel is remotely funny, I post it. I'm not working on a stand up set. I'm not doing anything other than purging random thoughts into "The Cloud."

I feel what you people call "sadness" when I meet someone and I have to spend time explaining away things I've written. I know it's entirely my fault, but still, no one likes being pre judged.

Thank you, and Good Night.

John Gallucci