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Twelve years of this. Twelve years of posts made possible due to an amazing ability to type faster than I think. What you’re reading is 100% spew. Garbage off of the top of my brain. I’ve grown tired of the word “blog” and of the pretentiousness that seems to permeate the [wretch] blogosphere. It’s like when you’re in a bar and you can smell stale urine and you think “someone had to have peed in here at some point. Gross.” It makes me not want to go back into it but I do because I like the oyster shooters. Having an online presence is a privilege, not a right. Okay, technically it is a right but don’t fuck it up.  Check your spelling, your grammar and, most importantly, yourself. Me? I’m not a role model. I could be a roll model, but that’s because of some recent weight gain that I tell everyone is due to a glandular condition but we all know is code for “3am 7-11 hot dogs.” This website is horrible and shouldn’t be viewed by anyone.