Because I want to write something that is not going to be torn to bits and stamped with a big red stamp saying "illegitimate" because it aims not for legitimacy but for a snarky snarky good time.
Because today I found myself on the phone crying on the sidewalk for 40 minutes wiping my nose on the cuff of my jeans.
Because spending four years of one's life writing a lengthy treatise about a tiny tiny miniscule sliver of the human experience, with little else to do for entertainment, expression, and stimulation drives a person to dramatic lengths like blog writing.
