The naval gazing, random ranting, whinging, hysterical calls for the impeachment of George Bush as well as the systematic murder of every woman who wears uggs with a short skirt and occasional mention of how my job makes me want to stick my head in an oven that you can find in this little corner of the World Wide Web, is my own opinion and in no way should be construed as representing the opinions of my employer or my loved ones, especially my darling partner Stuart.
In fact, I could be making all of this up. I could be a lonely, balding 7-11 clerk that lives in Cleveland with his pet iguana named Steve.
