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If you want to be convinced to waste your time elsewhere, read this.

I’m still not entirely sure what I really want this to be. Portfolio? Journal? Blog? In all honesty, I’m also not entirely sure what I want myself to be. That’s probably too much too soon for what’s supposed to be an introduction if that’s what this even is, I haven’t even bought you dinner yet. It’s probably pretty representative of what this “thing” is supposed to be. This place? I’m still not sure. It’s basically just going to be thinking out loud or writing out loud more like. I don’t expect anyone to ever actually read any of this, and my apologies in advance if you make the poor decision to actually do so. My life really isn’t that interesting to be perfectly honest. You’re not going to see anything that profound here, just the musings and contemplations of a young idiot with too much to say, talking aloud into this empty room. I’m not profound, I’m not successful. I don’t have some secret to getting rich quick I’m going to be charging you for. No ads, no soulless daily inspirational posts. I’m just forewarning you, this won’t be useful or engaging or anything of the sort. It will be tantamount to the incoherent ramblings of an asylum patient. If you have trouble visualizing the tone or face of the author I kindly ask that you picture a coked-out dope fiend leaning against the grimy walls of a dingy 7/11, madly tapping into the prepaid iPhone 6 of some preteen he robbed it from. Preferably at night, somewhere in the badlands of New Mexico. So then, have I painted a pretty picture? Hopefully so. Well, I think this textual dumpster fire has warded off those who would have been disappointed with my later posts, so I saved them some time. As for the rest of you, I have serious concerns about how you get your kicks in. For those still reading, all I have left to give you are my sincerest condolences, and the warmest of welcomes to my sorry excuse for a blog.