i'll pretty much eat anything if it comes out of a plastic bear.

say it with me in your best guy ripley voice, "delicious!"

i started this whole thing because no one believes that i like anything. i know i'm pretty abrasive and off-putting. most of the time i complain about most everything. so i don't doubt that people would make that assumption. don't feel bad, it amazes me too that i have the capacity to love things.

also, to you, i see right through you. and i don't care about the substandard, second-rate future i can see laid out at your feet. don't bother to fight this, i already know every decision you'll ever make. don't bite my style.