Giving Thanks And Stuff

I have so much to be thankful for - my gorgeous wife, my wonderfully insane family, my crap job, my deteriorating health and other stuff that I can't think of right now. But most of all, I'm thankful for you, my readers. You have made this past year of blogging so very meaningful to me, in a meaningless sort of way. You, who come here everyday, or every other day, or once a week or even twice a month. Your gullibility and halfwitedness is matched only by your ability to be taken in by this moronic blog. And for that, I thank you.

And what does your reading this drivel say about you, dear reader? It says you're an idiot, you don't value your time, you're tasteless and most likely drunk. But since all those rotten qualities benefit me

I'm sorry. I couldn't think of anything good to finish that last sentence. And you know what? It's becoming increasingly apparant to me that I don't give a shit what I write.

I think my point was - thank you. Or, that you people are idiots. One of those two things.