The pressure!!

So... if I'm going to waste my time and energy writing a blog, I ought to have quirky witicisms to share, but I don't even have proper spelling to share with people. Which leads me to the philosophical question: why a blog? What's a blog? Questions, I mean. But seriously. Is it because it's easier to write some arbitrary bit of self-reflection than it is to write the great American novel?

No. I wrote like ten of them novels, mofo, so step off.

Right now I'm meditating on one, very important question.

"Yo, meth, where my killa tape at, god?"

Do YOU know?