Boy, having nobody read what you write sure does suck. Especially when you fancy yourself a writer. Oh, well. Poop on a stick. The benefits outweigh the drawbacks, of course.
I mean, this way I can tell super-awesome secrets and nobody will be the wiser.
I can blast people I have no problem with with no ill effects!
I can be a jackass!
… so basically, I can be myself.
By the way, Kill Whitey!
