Almost like "You've Got Mail" but without the annoying actors

I've come to the realization that most of the people who read this don't actually know me. While this is midly disconcerting, there is something to be said for the lack of bias from the anonymous (reader). I mean really, I can write about how I killed a crack whore, and people will think it's funny, but they have no idea that I really killed a crack whore.

Also interesting: that I've come to be friends (and by friends, I mean, voyeuristic type who reads all of their exploits) with a certain group of Canadians. Through CW, I've infiltrated the life of Hydrass, and have been lurking around Bento and vasyL. They read my posts without any clue that I'm actually a 50 year old man with one leg and OCD. Really.

And then there's NDC, who, for whatever reason, I've been reading for over a year (most dead hooker references are a direct result of his influence). And I do have a sneaking suspicion that he's a geezer with one leg and OCD, too. NDC then lead to THL, who you should read, if you don't already. Even I get a boner while reading about this girl. Seriously. Boner.

The point being (I think I have one) sometimes you feel more appreciated by people who you don't really know rather than the ones you do. Now, that is not to say that I don't feel appreciated in my real life, because I do. Really. I've got lovely friends, and two wonderful cats, and a very pleasant existance, I swear. I do not blog out of a lack of fufillmet in my life. I'm not trying to fill a void.

No, you're pathetic.