1,000 posts and 2 years later, here I am. I’ve been posting a new piece of writing every fucking day on this blog for two years, which isn’t an easy feat. Yet I’ve done it anyways, and, two years later, all I have to show for it is a waning dating pool and a typical yet resounding sense of financial insecurity that has been pretty consistent over the years. Oh, well. What I can say is that the psychopaths who read my blog – well, y’all are pretty weird. I don’t know if it’s a highly developed sense of masochism or a sexual penchant for voyeurism that keeps you coming back, but, hey, we’re all friends. At least you’re here. I’m happy to have you.