Which is hilarious, of course, when you stop to consider I’ve had a blog since…2007? 2008? And before that, I had a LiveJournal account because all the cool kids had a LiveJournal account and let me tell you, I wrote some really deep shit back then. And by deep, I mean, once I bitched for 20 minutes about the time my mom ate the last can of chicken noodle soup and said I hoped she burned in a noodley-hell for it and then I threw some Matchbox 20 lyrics in the next post and God. I was so cool.
Okay. Maybe not.
Oh my God. My life isn’t interesting. My life is sad and pathetic. Also there’s piss on my floor.
Okay. Shit. On second thought, bloggers. Lives. Interesting ones. Where do you get these things? Also, IS THERE PEE INVOLVED? This might not be a deal breaker but it’d be nice to go in knowing one way or the other.
I completely forgot where I was going with this. What am I even doing here? What’s my name? Who are you? What is air?
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