Numero Uno

Welcome, welcome to the first blog Sean has ever done. Except once in like 4th grade, but thats lost I hope. Ummm, there isn't much here at the current moment, and because I woke up less than 30 minutes ago, my head is a tad too clear for this. But it will fill full of nonsense soon enough, and when that happens, anyone reading this will be enlightened. In theory. Or they will just think I'm retarded. 

See now thats the problem with society nowadays. Everyone thinks everyone else is retarded. I mean, while I'm typing this I'm thinking of some people I would put in the retarded category, and it's like 8/9ths of the people I know. The other 1/9th of the people I know is myself. I figure your mind should be a very large portion of the people you know. I mean, you hang out with yourself more than anyone. Unless you're in one of those awkward relationships where the person won't leave you alone.

Moral of the story: Everyone needs space. So when you need space, check back here, and maybe this will help. Or maybe the person will hate me so much, they'll leave the room. It's happened in person, so hopefully it works in text as well.

Deuces.

Sean