Thinking of meaningful things to say is next to impossible for me. Thus the things I say have come to have little or no meaning.
I like secrets. They sound like breathmints smell. Minty and refreshing, and with just a hint of morningshitbreath .
Don't eat cheese before bed. I almost wrote bread. That would have been a horrible lie. Im sorry bread.
I dont know what blogs are for.
My blog is better than everyone elses.