Out of The Womb, into The Dishwasher

Here we are again. My resolve and pride crumbling to the mechanical beasts.
It started last November, when in amongst a series of Ritalin-and-Grass fueled binges I was convinced to purchase a cell-phone.
Not only was that the most unpleasant experience of my existence, but I'm still paying through the nose for it.

Did you know the phone companies killed Kennedy?
That's the idea my father has maintained over the years. He's always failed to specify which company and which Kennedy, but I assume he's referring to all and the one with the better-sculpted ass.

If cell-phones pain me this much, I can't imagine why on earth I felt it was necessary to begin blogging (other than my professor's encouragement). I may have to once again attribute it to a binge. After all these years, still thinking through the nose.

Let's pretend for a moment someone gives a shit.