Hey, Internet . . . Can We Talk?

There are a couple things you should know about me, just in case you don't already know them about me.

1) I collect stupid little cat outfits, but I don't put them on my cats.
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2) I don't have internet. 

So that means, when I talk to you here, I'm most likely at my parents' house, in a Starbucks, or in a Starbucks parking lot.

​I'm not trying to make excuses for my lack of posting as of late; I'm just communicating where I'm coming from in order to help you better understand my behavior. 

In addition to my lack of personal access to this new fad the kids call the World Wide Web, sometimes, I just don't feel like participating in society. So I make a run for the hills or the water, or I sit in my car in a shopping center parking lot and watch the world go by.

In fact, just to be clear, when it comes to anyone ever talking to me about FULLY entering the digital age -- or society in general for that matter -- this is me, each and every time.

(But I still love you. Please like my dick jokes. )