There's something you should know about me: I frequently post angst-free entries. [gasp] Yup, no suicidal musings to date. [the horror] I don't even have an eating disorder. [what the?] Blog heresy! Blog heresy! The sound of a thous---I mean doz---okay, the sound of a single mouse-click, scurrying from the premises.
So why am I here?
Well..I do suffer.
It's something like survivor guilt. Not the kind induced by squandering an hour curled-up on ones couch with a bag of Doritos in order to watch Jeff Probst extinguish tiki torches with dimpled gravity, followed by 60 more minutes ogling prada-hoofed fembots and flop-sweat be-decked metrosexuals cockfighting their way up Trump's gaudy, gold-toned ass.