I can't very well talk about raising a special needs child one day and then blog about getting tanked with a couple of porn stars and a few ounces of rock the next. Wait, hold up... Sorry, that was Charlie Sheen. But still, you know what I mean.
So anyhow, I started this blog a couple days ago and celebrated. Finally. I have somewhere to spill my guts: a dark, damp, beer stained, urine smelling corner of the internet to call my very own. As luck would have it though, it seems all my naughty thoughts took a swan dive right out the window and took any creativity I might have had with them. Writer's block, naughty amnesia, stage fright of the inappropriate. With the possible exception of my recent Eminem dream, I got nothing. Nada. Zilch. べつに。
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N.B. Although you may see me write in Japanese throughout this blog, I myself am not Japanese. I just love everything about the country and the language and am trying (though failing miserably) to show off what little I learned back when I actually had a life and was able to pursue my very own interests.
N.B to the N.B. All the news coming out of Japan is really heart wrenching. I can't imagine what they're going through yet they manage to navigate the worst humanitarian disaster we've seen for some time with such dignity and grace. I only hope they stay strong and manage to move forward despite the devastation. My heart bleeds for them and all they've lost.
