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) throughout all of it, but I'd be the first to admit that I'm a weak man, and the occasional slip of the finger across a number of keys is probably going to happen. I'm sure it wouldn't be the first time, and I'll be damned if it'll be the last. (See what I did there?)

But I digress...

What I came here to talk about has never been a simple conversation to have, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't already have some second thoughts about opening this can of worms. There has never been an instance in my life where I felt comfortable opening up to someone, let alone to an entire world with access to the internet and my ramblings. This will most certainly -not- be an easy endeavor for me, but I'm going to try and power through it...

There has to be something good on the other side of it, right?

(Insert exasperated sigh here...)

Let's get this shit over with. No time like the present, as they say...

Whoever the fuck -THEY- are...