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As hard as I try to be consistently publishing interesting (or at least attempt to be) posts to entertain the small amount of small readers out there, it has been hard trying to post something interesting, and the previous post was my feeble attempt to at least write something remotely readable.

I vomited chunks of confused rage after it. My previous post was horrible was, to me, the lowest point in my blogging life.

I will not attempt to redeem myself, of course; I am far too lazy to correct myself and make me seem philosophical again when I am actually just jumbling words up and see how it works out. This may seem like another senseless post, but rest assured, it is not. Anything that involves me confessing that I made a mistake (I do, in fact, have inherited my maternal side's genes of being overconfident and slightly egocentric, like a less evil and smarter version of Jay Leno) means that this will, and should be, a relevant post about my life and its many branches that sprout out from it. Here goes:

I love cheese.

This information may seem minimal, but it might help save the world when the time comes when I become the supreme dictator of Milk Valley and you need to bribe me with something other than slabs of green paper. See you soon, readers.