Nonsensical gibberish, really. It’s a website (if you can really call it that) to display my ego and show that I can indeed spell and arrange words in a pleasing way.
I write about whatever comes to mind – anything fun, really. You might read some distilled and perfectly placed nouns and adjectives and those other things on how every all-yellow kit is incredible, even if the quality of soccer played in them is lower than the time Roseanne Barr sang the national anthem at a San Diego Padres game. You know, things we care about.
I’m just winging it – I genuinely have no idea what I’m doing. I can’t parallel park or do that very loud whistle where you stick your filthy, Hot Cheetos powder coated fingers in your mouth, but c’est la vie.
