Doomtown

I promised myself I would publish at least two posts per month. I've been slacking but so far, I've kept my word. I am a lazy mother-humper, however, and because of this, I've decided to reblog this YouTube vid by C.G.P Grey titled How to Become the British Monarch . Don't forget to subscribe to the C.G.P Grey  channel ...despite any disappointment you might have over the fact that you will most likely never become the British monarch. Especially if you're Catholic. Or a bastard. Sorry, dude. No crown for you.

A couple weeks ago, I had the privilege of attending my 20 year high school reunion . Twenty. The big Two Zero. It's been two whole decades since I walked down that stage in my cap, gown, and overly teased hairdo to receive the rewards of my high school endeavors-a diploma and the satisfaction of never having to sleep through another algebra class again...a rather hasty assumption , I would learn later in life. It was the first reunion I had ever bothered to attend and for good reason. I didn't have a lot of friends back then. To say I wasn't very popular in high school would be a major understatement. I was a chubby, leaning towards corpulent teenager with acne so bad you might as well have called them boils, a sense of style that should have had me busted by the fashion police on a daily basis, and the social skills of Lisbeth Salander -minus her staggering intelligence. A lot of people who didn't know me back then think I exaggerate when I describe teenage me, a...