For some reason, I've turned myself inside out and all my guts have spilled onto my blog. One day I'll run out of stuff but not yet.
I'm pretty mediocre. I'm ashamed to admit it. I'm not even being sarcastic or self-deprecating.
I was scared and nervous and anxious all week. Which is like every other week of my life.
Julian Assange was biting my funk big time. He's the Wikileaks guy, they made a movie about him, and he's apparently not allowed to leave…
I was too ugly to meet a beautiful woman. I didn't have any money so couldn't start a business.