Blech

Sometimes no amount of poo talk or sexual innuendo is enough to distract you from the stupid things you're feeling. I have an inkling this headache is less of a hangover and more of a result of the hour I spent squishing the sadness (in liquid form) out of my head last night.

I'm not even hungry right now. Granted I did just scarf down a Lean Cuisine but those things are small, and who in history has ever seen me eat a meal without already planning for my next?

So now this is just a public journal? Lame. Bring back the half-arsed vulgarity.

How honest do I want this blog to be? And how implicating?

I may or may not have been sitting on the toilet while I wrote that last post.

I'm kidding! I swear!

Hello

Hmm...so this blog is for Sh*ts and Giggles. I don't like to curse so I'll bleep them out if they ever come up. I'll probably use asterisks or maybe "8's." Alternate words substitutions may apply.

I talk a lot because I'm afraid of silence but I'm not sure if I ever make any sense. Some people say it's entertaining (and then they'll purposely avoid speaking until my maniacal ramblings threaten to explode my face) but sometimes I worry people think I'm just stupid. Some of that crazy stuff may end up here. I don't believe in TMI and thus the title of this blog. But I'm determined not to make this a daily ledger of my bowel movements. Maybe I won't even mention them at all. Except now. Starting now.