Okay...so I feel like a god damn idiot doing this for several reasons:
1) I hate the word "Blog." It's not a god damn word. Webster's told me so. Now, I realize I have a tendency to speak in backwards colloquialisms and dated pop-culture references, but at least the words I use are real words. I don't create words out of nothing. And yes I'm aware that blog is an amalgamation of web log, but fuck you it should be Wog, or Wlog, or Leb, or something then.
2) I feel like a teenage girl pouring her heart out on her zanga, or myspace, or twitter, or whatever the current trend with teenagers is. I plan on using this to bitch and make witty comments about what ever bullshit happens to be chapping my ass at the moment, but I can't help but feel like an ass for doing this. I spend a large amount of time ripping on people for doing exactly what I'm doing now, so some small part of me is calling myself a hypocrite, but at the same time I like attention so I find myself at a crossroads.
So...That being said I started this up because people keep telling me to. I have lived a weird life, full of bullshit (is bullshit one word or two?) and hilariously improbably scenarios that rival that of many sitcoms. I love telling stories, and my stories are damn funny. People love hearing them, and after like 30 people told me to start a blog ( a word I still fucking hate) and share them with the world. Well, they actually told me to write a book or a movie but I'm to lazy to put my stories in chronological order and I staunchly to refuse to help Hollywood rape my childhood. With those two options cut off to me, I turn to my trusty friend, the internet.
And with that ladies and gentlemen, I give you the life and complaints of Baron Sunday.
