First things first: I’m an acquired taste. It’s fair to call my flavor mean. If you’re the type of person who values protocol, chances are you’ll despise me; you may as well move on. If you’re one of those people who sends Kid-picture Christmas cards to acquaintances without giving a second thought as to how obnoxious it is, chances are I’d despise you; it’s probably best you click away soon too, because I will offend.
Now that that’s out of the way, hi. I rant and rave and bitch and moan about a shitload of little things that piss me off. It’s not a novel concept, but polluting the Internet with angry rants is my idea of effective therapy.
If you want, you can e-mail me at email@example.com.