Fuck It, Man, Just Fuck It

In case you haven't noticed, I'm in a bad mood.

BAD MOOD BLOG POST ALERT

Actually, I'm not going to do the emo rant this time. Way too late at night for that.

Lucky you, invisible silent reader.


Anyways, a thought occurs to me. Since this is about the middle of the Great Blogger Desert, with not a reader for miles, I can say pretty much anything without retribution. It's my own angry corner of the internet and I can't plant whatever flag I want in peace. So here it goes.


Hitler was right!...


...handed.





Yarr

If It's Sticky and Brown, You're in Dilemma Town

Ahoy.

Being new to the world of "blogging", I am readily confused as to what exactly I should post here. I know "anything" would be the correct answer to that question, but anything is not really an answer. It's an infinite amount of answers, and infinity is useless.

Being another screeching tone in the white noise of the internet does not appeal to me, either. I'd love to review candy and Lego, but... it's been done. TO DEATH. BLEH.

All two of you reading this won't give a fiddly fudge about it, which is more than likely in your best interest, but now you're here and, as far as you know, there is no going back.

I'll leave you now with the words of my father;

"Give me the remote, you little dunce, or I'll beat you over the head with it."

So wise.


Yarr.