As a professional blogger, I spend my mornings in my kitchen, visible smell waves oscillating off of me, typing out my morning posts at a make-shift desk made up entirely of old beer cans. A misanthropic shut-in, I have no real idea of how the outside world works, which I find to be the prerequisite to confidently usher forth my opinions to the same. Facts can only muddle up the purity of my platitudes. it’s really a lot like being an extremely well-paid ignoramus.
By July 7, 2006