So, I found something else weird in my search terms here. I wish I could tell you this is completely foreign and wrong, that it has no bearing at all, no business being in my search terms, but I can’t do that. I just can’t. Why?
Well … it sorta fits. Sadly.
What is it you ask? Gaze and wonder, oh blogosphere, upon the ultimate description of me:
I wish I could deny the allegation. I wish I could refute the claim. I wish it weren’t so danged applicable. But there it is — a dossier on me in a single, tiny phrase.
How’d you know? How’d you know, O Seeker of Slackjaw Ugly, that you’d find me here? I was so well-hidden, so anonymous, so peacefully, blissfully disguised behind a screen of text and images. I thought no one would ever find me. Yet you did. You’ve ratted me out.
Okay, seriously — how’d you know?