Funny, I just thought about this blog yesterday and how I should get here. So, no, Mr. Crowley, I’m not lamenting about Obama. I’m excited for his next term as President and I hope he whoops some serious ass, both heading into the election and afterward. You can’t actually look at me with a serious blog face and tell me between Ryan’s Medicare and Akin’s “legitimate rape” and Romney essentially saying he was too good to serve in Vietnam, that the Republicans aren’t looking like fuckshaws of the highest order right now. I hope it lasts.
But who wants to talk about that? I’m here, I’m always here, always trying to find my way. I have no excuses. I’m depressed, I’m anxious, I’m whatever-whocares-whatthefuck.
So, I’m going to try and get back on the horse. Again. The writing horse, not the H. And here. we. go.