Scrubbing the deck of enlightenment with the wirebrush of examination to remove the seagull feces of disillusionment.
I would like to dedicate this blog to the degenerates out there.
Those lackluster do-nothings who complain about the world yet make no attempt to make it better.
Those nincompoops who will never know true happiness, but find enough temporary joy to get through the day by ridiculing others, throwing mud in people's eyes, and all around being difficult.
The frail, the emotionally devoid, the copy editors.
Amy, this blog is for you.