About

So you've stumbled upon this page, accidentally or not, hoping to learn more about the webmaster (me) in ways that you couldn't glean from my writing. So what are you expecting? To know my name? What I look like? My age? Birthday? Schooling? Perhaps you're seeking purpose?

I too wish to find these things, to learn, to know, to have purpose. Perhaps through my writing we can discover these things together.

However before the journey begins, I believe I have acquired some information. I know my name, my race, my gender, how I look (however you must prove yourself worthy before I share any of this information). I know that I'm not particularly charismatic, awe-inspiring, that I am timid, maybe even a little meek. I also know that I am perhaps fearful, stubborn, ignorant, shameful, shameless. And like everyone else, once in a while there's this little arrogant streak that is border line narcissistic.

For sure, the most important thing that I know, that is an incredible boost to my ego, sometimes an untapped source of inspiration, one thing that I never see in myself, one thing that others always recognize; that I am a natural-born leader - great things are always expected from me.

With this piece of knowledge, even after the journey is over, it will continue to drive me on the quest that is yet to be completed, that is completed, that was once completed.

But seriously, enough of the rhetorical bullshit. I may be all, some, or none of those things. And yes it is true that while I do not view myself as a leader type, many other people wish to tell me that they believe I am. This website isn't about any of this. This website is about bettering myself as a writer. I really never plan to use the skill for anything other than my own personal interests. I believe the best way to become better at something is by doing it, except for sex which I was awesome at the day I was born. Don't believe me? Go ask the nurse that I knocked up. When I came out of that bitch's womb, I knew I was in a hospital, and I knew that hospital had nurses. I figured that there was probably a hot nurse somewhere. When I found her, I convinced her to go to the medical waste room with me so we could bump uglies all night. It's ok, I know your jealous.

On a more serious note, I really wish not to share too much information with would be onlookers. My self serving interests dictate that I remain as anonymous as possible while I explicitly share information about my life, my thoughts, my feelings, with you, the hopeful reader. Truly, it makes no sense. I find it's more enjoyable that way.

"Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind." - Tool