I don’t want to do this. Let the About page remain in default mode, like buying a wallet and keeping the fake pictures in the little plastic thingamajigs.
Never mind that my wallet doesn’t have those little plastic thingamajigs.
All right. You want a piece of me? Fine. I’m a short, chronically dissatisfied, financially-impaired, fuck-up. I’m currently living in my seventh city and trying (sometimes hard and sometimes barely at all) to make myself stick to this place.
I don’t understand most things, but that doesn’t stop me from having opinions about them.
I will pet your dog if you, and the dog, let me.
Yeah, things are going to hell, but things have always been going to hell. Why do you think coffee, gin, and chocolate were invented?
‘Nough said.
. . . Oh, you have something to say? Well, then, contact me at absurdist@gmx.com. We’ll just see how that goes.
