…Here we are. The first entry in Mental Gridlock lays before you in all of its pixelated glory, my dearest social-media whores, pedophiles, and compulsive consumers. Let the peasants rejoice! Nay, but that sort of celebratory nonsensical-ness is a bit premature, don’t you think? Nothing worthy of a jubilant soiree has been presented as of yet. Well, nothing other than the mental image of me doing the twist to Billy Idol’s “Dancing with Myself” in plaid pajama pants upon posting this. You’re welcome.
P.S. Stop being lazy and read the About section if you want to know why this exists.