Just Off Center

First off, all is well. Thanks for your concern. I rate yesterday's conflict about 7. I just chose this one to write about. We're just fine, but thanks again.

Well the last two posts have been so introspective and revealing that I'm beginning to feel like you're all my own personal Psychiatrists. If any of you out there are in college, I'm sure I've given plenty enough of information about myself for you to write a paper. After reading over my own writing I tend to hesitate before clicking "publish". But then I think to myself, "hey, if this upsets anybody out there, fuck 'em. Let them click "next blog", stupid assholes". So then I always publish it anyway and sit at my desk with my head in my hands thinking that if I ever run for office, every last one of these is gonna come back to haunt me.

So to lighten things up a bit, I thought what this blog needs more than anything is yet another gratuitous sex post. But I don't really have anything to talk about. Nina suggested that I write about what it was like being a vocal performance major at Indiana University. She also thought I should write about the first time we both realized that our being together was meant to be. It was a scene fresh out of a romantic comedy. But that's just a little too bipolar for me considering the last post was about fighting. Then she suggested I should write about when I thought about becoming a priest. But that only lasted about one semester and it's pretty boring.

So once again I turn to the readers. I've gotten a lot of comments and emails about how people seem to like my angle or perspective on topics I write about. So let's have it. I'll probably write another post before I get to yours so don't fret. So leave me a comment. Ask me a question, make a demand, request a clarification, or submit for my opinions. Just make sure that you somehow work the word "penis" in there somewhere.