And so it begins....

I'm a frustrated writer, and well, frustrated cubicle dweller - how about I just say frustrated in general?? Yeah, that'll work. I've been considering this blogging thing for some time. In such consideration, I pondered "why would anyone give a shit what I have to say?" I don't have the answer, but what I do know is that I'm nuts, whacked, eccentric, hot-stuff, sometimes opinionated, always wrong, usually right, strong-willed, able-minded, and often misunderstood. I'm chalking this up to an online journal of bullshit, rantings, ramblings and nonsense. I mean really, why does everything need to make sense all the time? It doesn't, so why pretend that it does? Exactly. Glad we're on the same page...har har... yeah, puns happen, much like shit does.