
I doubt that my tables are all that interested in hearing about my kidney
They just want their egg drop soup.
For the sake of my sanity though, I still need to get these things off my chest.
Like my fake plastic tooth tasting like...well, plastic and how I need a haircut but I also needed to put gas in the car. The car won out.
I also have a new camcorder that I want to put to use and post some content online and YouTube is being a bitch.
So, part diary, part vlog, part social commentary, part openly bashing my ex, part annoying gay guy complaining about annoying things, and maybe...just maybe, a little bit of heart.
Anywho, take it or leave it.
It is what it is.
Nem

