I'm officially retarded by my own standards.
How much more retarded does that make me by the rest of the worlds?
I have a blog. A poorly named, destined to get me into more trouble than I need, COMPLETELY narcissistic, blog. Woof.

So why did I begin one? Well. However I may feel about this blogging thing (and I really DON'T know how I feel about it) I have come to respect, very much, a dear friend of mine who keeps up a blog of his own. I won't say that said friends blog is anything entirely inspirational and has, since reading it, given me the desire to follow in his footsteps. But, to say that I wasn't inspired at all would be a lie. He wrote, (sorry friend) "In everyday occurences, there is truth to be found. And in every moment we say nothing, a part of the world we could have made a better place dies."

I think my reasons for beginning my own blog should be easily understood.
But beware. Reading anything I write could and probably will at sometime make you crazy. I promise to stand by my beliefs with all of my heart, soul and strength. And in doing so, I promise to contradict myself daily.

BUT! Without any further unnecessary exposition. Here you have it. My blod er blod, damn it, blog.