Ever wonder why your life so rarely works out like you thought it would? For instance, I get infected ingrown toenails. Like every other month or so.
Isn't it kinda silly of me to tell you when I took a break in typing? Time passed for me, but not for you.
Well, do you feel as though we've shared a special bond? That we're somehow now closer? I do, but I'm a silly delusional freak. No, I don't think I've learned anything about my inner feelings, or that this is a deep metaphor for life.
What do you think of the appearance of this page? I thought about putting a background or something here, but I didn't want to spend the time to pick one out, especially since I don't know what I'm talking about yet. I'm not sure why I centered the text, but I just kinda like it.
My glow in the dark suction cup frog refuses to stay stuck to my computer and my tie fighter pilot keeps falling over. Such is the entropy of my desk.
Have a nice day.