Nope, not me. You guys have permission to rip the burka off of my beloved mothers (all of them) and bukkake her face if I ever do a blog. The whole world has taken self-indulgence for granted and to a whole new level. They all think they have a White Album in them but they all sound like Peter Frampton to me. Do I particularly care about the fact that some office worker in Topeka has a shitty boyfriend? Do I really need to spend my time sharing the heartache of teenage sexual abuse with some suicidal teenager in Long Beach who cuts herself for kicks? Fucking hell, the more I find out about humanity in general I begin to wonder what the hell it was about the vocal cords that made Homo Sapiens Sapiens survive via natural selection. Write it in your diary, put it in your drawer and tape hairs to the spine to see if your brothers Greg, Peter or Bobby have been reading it. The rest of us don't care about your devotion to Friends or what interesting article you read in the Anderson Valley Advertiser and probably never will.