Proven True to Form

You know how in my first ever blog I wrote I'm consistent in only three things:
Sarcasm
Saying "your mom" a lot
Sticking my foot in my mouth

Well, true to form, I have ALREADY proved my point. For those who read my entry right away you might have caught my error, and had a laugh, or ten. Or perhaps maybe thought that I was being incredibly bold in confessing some issues I have. For those who put off reading my blog until later, just learned that anything I say should be read or listened to RIGHT AWAY. Not only because I'm ridiculously popular and important, but because you never know what I'm going to do on a given day to make a fool of myself.

Thanks to those who pointed out the mistake so that it could be rectified. And for those who caught it but didn't mention it until afterwards, consider yourself dead to me.

For those who have no clue as to what I'm talking about...well, too bad, suckas, I have already edited the post.

Stepping in Line...

Okay, for those who truly know me, know that at my core is a rebellious nature. (I'm not talking in a spiritual sense of how we are all born deprived sinful rebellious beings....) I'm talking on a mere superficial level. And this rebelliousness usually rears its head when someone makes a blanket statement like "We should all bring back the word 'radical' from the mid 1990's" or "You should read that book that EVERYONE is reading. You know, the one where that guy is a crack addict from Michigan who overcomes his many life obstacles, who then proceeds uncovers the story that Mary Magdalene was actually married to Jesus...but then his lies are exposed on Oprah."

There is a 97% chance that I will just smile and nod at whatever conformist I'm talking to at that given moment, while thinking to myself, "Not a chance, lemming." However, there is that 3% chance that I might get on board with the idea. But know, if I do get on board, it'll probably be really late. Hence, where I am right now. I am stepping onto the blog board in typical late fashion.

As I get older, and life gets busier, I find it harder to have those hour long "catch up" phone conversations with cherished dear friends. I have become addicted to reading the blogs of those said friends to find out whats going on in their lives. And I confess that sometimes I even secretly read blogs of those I know from a distance.

Also let it be known, that I am NOT consistent with anything in my life except sarcasm, saying "your mom" as a response, and putting my foot in my mouth. Guarantee that there will be long spells in which you won't hear from me. And know that you won't walk away any smarter from reading this page. In fact, it'll probably have the adverse affect and you be most dumber.