Might as Well Say it

Just to let all you out there that may run across my blog sometime in the future; and in case you've wondered how I could be this fucked up; my parents died when I was a wee little runt, from murder-suicide. So I have an eternal excuse to be as neurotic, as crazy, as bitchy, fucked-up, mean, retarded, and anti-social as I wanna be. Thanks, Dad! (And they say suicide is selfish, boy, are they wrong)