Statement of Ill Intent
This is not going to be your normal, pasty, run-of-the-mill blog. There will be no videos of puppies frolicking in an open, grassy field. There will be no secret family Gazpacho recipes being stolen from Grandma and posted online for all to see. This will be more like that sudden crash that occurs when you briefly look away from the road for a moment to catch a glimpse of a much greener lawn on the other side of that fence you pass by every day on your way to work - that abrupt and sudden realization that you should've been paying attention to what's happening in front of you in your own life. I know...easier said than done. I'm here to explain myself to the general masses, dependent - of course - on the curiosity of the casual viewer of my blog. As I would be unaware of the demographics of those who would take a bit of time from their own abysmal lives to read my statements, I'm going to attempt to refrain from using foul language (or so the church-goers call it) thro...