Hi! Do you remember blogs? Well, this used to be one. Now it just serves as an archive for my multiple Twitter accounts.
I’d like to fart. Do you fart? Because I don’t, even when I sleep. I know, because I often wake up so full of gas I’m about to explode, and even priapic sometimes. Yet I know it wasn’t always like that, not when I was a kid. Have I become too good-mannered, growing older? (And then some say sodomy causes loosenings around there.)
Oh. Yeah. I figured, if I want people to pay for ads here, I have to start writing about personal stuff again. So there you are. Happy, uh?
No, actually, I do feel like writing about stuff again. The pre- and post-moving depression period might be over.
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