What?

You see, there's this thing called the internets.

And everyone who uses the internets is obligated to start a blog.

Therefore, my obligation is fulfilled.

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While I'm here I might as well say things.

"I don't like dreaming, they're terrifying."

There, I said it.

They're not nightmares, just terrifyingly realistic and confusing.

I'm not going to jokingly ask 'the fudge about you' question, forcing me go on and write about myself. Nobody would ask.

Nobody.

Keep this shit realistic.

I'll take the initiative and do it myself.

Seriously, what is my deal? I can be quite annoying, I'm only tolerable in small doses.

Pffft, besides physically I'm not a huge fan of myself.

I'm only good for writing about things.

Not humor of course, well dark humor is acceptable.

Otherwise, I try too hard.

Good god you'll never find this much honesty anywhere else.

Not sure what I'm aiming to accomplish with this.

Probably an outlet or written record of what I think.

You still here? Don't you have things to do?

I sure don't, so one of us will have to bail.

I plan on being a paramedic.

So if you live in a very tiny corner of New England your life may be in my hands in a few years.

I'll let you dwell on that.

Tell you what.

If you read EVERY word of this,

email me or add me on msn. The gmail address is also my msn one.

You're obviously weird enough to get along with me, one assumes.

Man, who does me think he is? What a dick.