The truth

The truth is, every day has the potential to be your "worst day so far". I happen to have a lot of worst days. As a matter of fact, some of them congeal into worst weeks and elongate into worst months and finally constitute a worst year. I even have a worst decade (that would be the 80"s). So my quest here is to vent out why my life sucks so bad on a daily basis. I will inevitably go digging into my past with all the sad experiences that have made me the pitiful emissary of mediocrity that I am today. Kind of like flash backs, but smellier. More like flatulent backs. I don't mean to go off on a tangent, but I was a flatulent child and no one around me found it endearing or charming the way people are wont to do with cute little children. I wasn't cute. Not cute and smelly.
WOW, it sucked to be me. OK, still does, but that's why I'm writing this.
If you stumbled upon this little blog, feel free to share your worst day so far, or even your worst memory of your worst day so far. Be comforted in the fact that I will laugh at you, but only as one douche laughs at another, and it is meant in the nicest possible way and is meant to bond us together in inadequacy.