I get ridiculous spambots signing up to my blog (if you’re reading this on LJ, it’s kriskane.com) every week. It reminds me that I wish more actual people read it on a regular basis, which means it reminds me I wish I wrote in it more on a regular basis.

I’m just usually so grumpy and foul-tempered I can’t imagine anyone would want to read me ranting about what dickheads county government are, how some of the freshmen at A.U. are dumb as a sock full of dog shit, how much I’d like to shoot that dude using his car horn as a doorbell in my parking lot IN THE FACE every Thursday night at around one AM.

Or the weepy melancholy “writerly” shit that I also write. It’s like the literary equivalent of John Mayer’s early stuff or Damien Rice or something, only probably not that good. Who gives a fuck, seriously?

No need to comment. I was just moved to post this for the sake of Tortouse_Q_Penis.