  Here I Sit, Broken-hearted... Couldn't remember knowledge imparted. You thought I was going to say something about shit didn't you? Well, I am, so keep your chin up. Here's the thing about shit; it's smelly. But enough about you.
I read Fire's update from today and I about busted a gut laughing from this nugget "...this will be a community of diversity and excitement. " I love Fire's all-inclusive attitude, it casts my blog into stark relief. What with me being so exclusive and all. STREAM OF CONCIOUSNESS ASIDE: I have got to delete the fucking techno music off of my computer, it is a dangerous distraction. I'll be chilling, looking on the net or blogging and all the sudden I realize that I am nodding my head in time to some rapid fire drum machine and I'm all like "What the fuck is going on here, I'm gonna get whiplash or something.
" >end S.O.C. Sorry about that. Where was I? Oh yeah, I hate people and their petty problems, what about me huh? What about my problems? For instance, why in the sam-fuck does my first baseman feel the need to leave his post to retrieve a groundball that the second baseman could easily scoop up? I don't understand it. It confuses me and invariably the pitcher has to then sprint over to first and cover while the idotic first baseman engages in this retardedness. See what I've got on my plate? It's not fair. It's not right and it's not fair! How do you explain that with your precious science? 
