At some point or another, while wandering about this vast, glorious, and yet horrifying Internet, most all of us think of having our very own website where we can complain about all of our personal troubles and reinforce ourselves via the replies of other, mostly anonymous wanderers of the Internet. This is what the kids these days call a “blog.” For added fun, make it something like Live Journal where you can reply to a blog and then go back and forth in a graceful dance that I like to call “message board essay combat.”

The moment I thought of making my own blog the logical sectors of my brain reeled in incredible pain. From that point on I decided never to do such a thing. As much as I’m sure you’d love to hear all the details about the random, depressing things that happen to me, I really don’t think it’s the sort of thing that I (or anyone else, for that matter) need to be nonchalantly throwing around on the Internet.

So what’s the point of all of this? Part of this site will be short babblings on my part, and before you get in to all of it I just wanted to make a note about quality control. To the best of my abilities I shall keep out any “emo” ranting. That being said, don’t mistake complaining about random things as being the same thing. I’m not looking for sympathy. I’m looking for laughs. I assure you that any misery you find in the editorials here is recorded purely for humor’s sake. I guarantee it.