Okay Go.

There is nothing about this blog that is new, different, or unique.  It is some new way of complaining, venting, being a human being.  I don't have anything specific I want to talk about.  And I don't know that anyone would actually read this (I am telling no one about this blog.  In fact, I kind of hope no one will ever read it, ever know that I wrote it and yet I'll still have some documentation of my life, some ever lasting testament to who I was).  So consider this a diary.  My personal internet diary.  And this is how I will start: I worried that everything in my life has been a waste, that I am a waste, and that at the end of the day I will never excel past the point that I am at now (barely employed, carting around a J.D. and in the middle of a ridiculous love life).  It haunts me and follows me around and impairs everything I do.  I figured at least I can talk about it anonymously on the most public forum ever created.  Someone out there can identify right?