or; because so many of these "defining myself" articles are popping up today . . .
Hi.
I'm a saint.
Specifically, the Saint of Women's Underwear.
But I'm also Sausage Man.
I'm a saint, and I hate "people". Persons I love, persons I adore, persons I can deal with and relate to.
People, however, I hate.
People suck.
The group mindhive is more a bane than a boon, no matter how many people jump on the bandwagon.
I'm all for the strategic bombing of the bandwagon.
I love my country but I hate the stupid things that are done or defended in the name of our country.
I'm lonely lately.
Secretly, I wish I was a ninja robot. That would be kewl.
I wish I was genuinely angry enough to write a scathing rebuttal to some of the things said on here lately. Guess what? I'm not.
Oh well.
Waste of bandwidth right here. Total waste of bandwidth.