Okay, it's a song lyric, I cheated.

It asked me for a title and I froze. There is this Aimee Mann song--not even one of my favorites, but the lyrics are brilliant to me. It asked me for the title, and my brain blurted that one out. Lyrically, the whole song is fantastic, but there is a specific line that I have identified with since the moment I heard it:

"I know now which is which, and what angle I ought to look at it from

I suppose I should be happy to be misread--

Better be that than some of the other things I have become."

Here's what you can expect from me: Mostly angry rants, peppered with hopefully more sentimental musings. I am going to retro-post a lot of what I have typed before, mostly because I think, although it's rough, it's good. There's going to be a lot of profanity. Sometimes I can be what is technically known as "a little much". I am the most belligerent and simultaneously sensitive person you may ever meet. I can be crass, but I mean well. When it comes to subjects I am passionate about, I am easily fired up.

I know plenty of other words I could use in lieu of shit, fuck, cunt, goddamn sonuvabitch-- but let's face it, they're not nearly as satisfying.