Would You Like To Kill This Page?

No, Google Chrome. No, I would not like to commit a felony homicide on my web browser. Maybe manslaughter at best, and that only applies if something requires "buffering". Why am I here? Does anyone read this dribble anymore? Do people still care about vaguely stated opinions expressed via the interweb blogosphere? I don't know, but I'll write a bit anyways. 

Maybe some sense of self healing occurs when you write. Maybe somehow this will give me some sense of commitment to accomplish something; even if it is only to an audience that may not even exist.  Maybe, just maybe. 

However, all insane dribble aside I think I will write about something. Something happy, or sad, or some weird awkward chick flick mix of both. I'll write about how I think too much. I'll write about how my love life is a absolutely awesome(You'll learn to catch my sarcasm over time young padawan). I'll write about how too many people write and that it is too mainstream for me, but it's okay because I learned to write before it was cool(the 80's I think? I was born in 89' that still counts). I'll write about how one day, some way or another I will change this world. 

It probably won't be big, but hey if Charlie Sheen can get on TV for being a warlock then I can get on for..well...I guess anything that actually exists. Wizard? Is that too close? I'll go with Wizard, and I'll dazzle the world with my ability to play Sex and Candy by Marcy's Playground on guitar. Not because it is hard, but because no one remembers the 90's anymore.

Hey, "I didn't say I was powerful. I said I was a wizard."

Kill that Google Chrome you murder enabler.