So, I wonder what this will turn into? A silly source of tension relief for me where I can anonymously malign those who have wronged me, perhaps. Maybe just a public diary of sorts - although that makes me feel like a schoolgirl. Will anyone read it? Doubt it. Is it necessarily meant for anyone to read? Doubt that too.
If you are reading this.... be prepared. I have an awkward sense of humor, kind of like peeing on your leg at a party because you got drunk and accidentally pulled out your left nut instead of your weiner. That kind of humor. Get used to it.
I'm a 29 year old man living in Dallas-Fort Worth. More to come. End communication. Green team, go.
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