So it begins. As I start my harrowing and unavoidable fate into alcoholism and insanity, I made the conscious decision to start this on a good note. Naked. Am I simply spreading my STD cocktail around the house like a dog who rips up a bird on the new white carpeting when the family is out too long? Perhaps. Luckily Keely left her door unlocked so I'm free to pee in her bed if it comes down to it.
Will I eat an entire family-jumbo-costo sized box of froot loops in one sitting? Will I spoon myself a kilogram of peanut butter as I watch episodes of Sailor Moon? We'll have to see. So far I have only looked up Ted Bundy and talked about Ed Gein to one person, which is relatively normal behavior. I think.
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