I don't have anything to say, really... I just come here occasionally, for some "comedy" from a particular blog.  My real blog is hidden, for obvious reasons.

(expanded 03/21/06)

(expanded again 06/09/06) 

About me:

I am a loner.

Having been illegally fired from a ***$13-an-hour*** job at a postal encoding center (for having an emergency appendectomy), I now make about $7000 a year bagging asshole customers' groceries.

I am socially inept (read: ruined for life) because I was constantly sheltered, and in addition, I *was not raised*.  Until I was 18, the only peer-to-peer interactions in my life were during school hours.  I was disallowed to attend dances, parties, proms, ANYTHING.  My mother once threatened to have me arrested if I went out...  to CHURCH.  That's about as much of a testament I can give to her character.

I'm destined to go through life not knowing some of the most basic things about myself, because my parents have sworn to take it all to the grave.

I once drove off for a real meet with someone that I had met online -- and the moment I got back, my evil parents threatened to have me hospitalized.  So from that point on, I had to deny myself and kiss their asses constantly.  My total lifetime expenditure on the girl totals only $86, but my parents are still making me pay, over two years later.  I have since moved on to GREENER FRICKIN' PASTURES -- but they won't even recognize that.

I gave my all for her, but I got shit in the end.  That doesn't make my parents hate me any less. 

They now mandate that I work every day of my life, until I drop dead -- because they want to make sure I never again have the time to drive off and meet anyone else.  To them, everyone and everything I like is WRONG.  (But if they think that particular girl is the only person I've met online, they are deceiving themselves.)  Of all the people I've met online, only one lives in the same state as me.

I like video games.  My parents don't just dislike them -- for them, it's a *major psychotic fuckin' hatred*, and they want to destroy my entire collection.  They're the type of people who would, in a second, pulverize it all with a hammer, and then smash my hands into a bloody, irreparable mess, so that I could never play again.

From the looks of things, I'll be under their thumbs for a long, long time to come.  I probably won't see another free day in my life, for 35 to 50 years.

That's pretty much all I can tell you about me for right now... because that's basically all there is to my life.  Questions?