Serious Lee

If you are here hoping for intelligent diatribe or a compelling argument, I'm afraid you have come to the wrong place. Once upon a time, I tried to maintain blogs, but they were always dictated by social media madness. I've more or less been without blogging since formally giving up on MySpace.

What can one expect here?

Every so often, I might use this as a poor-man's therapist, typing away and venting about what bothers me in the world. I don't see that happening too often. I know I'm not a fan of doing stuff like that on Facebook. Something just feels odd posting a note to the effect of, "Someone important to me died. I couldn't be more sad. I want to kill myself, but I'll go on living. My puppy who is dying of cancer needs me too much," and seeing John Pringlehopper "likes this."And shit, that summary quote alone doesn't even come close to fitting on Twitter.

Speaking of shit, I tend to use profanity...like, a lot. I like to think I take after my Grandmother when it comes to the fine art of proper seasoning of a word casserole with just the right amount of obscenity. If four-letter words startle or frighten you, you're following the wrong author.

Above all else, the intension of this blog is to have fun. I LOVE to log the overwhelming amount of stupid, silly or otherwise humorous things I both hear and say. That's probably going to be the bread and butter of this blog, officially titled, "It Takes a Village, Idiot." Why? Because that makes me laugh.

So much of life is funny to me. I hope, through this little window into my universe, some of you can find humor in the crazy shit that goes on inside and outside my mind and now, in either scenario, in this blog.

Let's have some fun. I want to laugh, and I want to make you laugh. I'd like to think this can conjure a chuckle or two whether someone knows me well or stumbled into my corner of the blogosphere by accident.

To close this blog, I welcome you by offering this little gem from my day:

Whilst driving through the campus of North Central College into the heart of downtown Naperville, IL, I came to a four-way stop. At this four-way stop, a black SUV with a vanity plate reading something to the effect of, "WENOTME," arrives last. However, the driver, who was alone in his rolling tribute to cohesive unions of like-minded people, pulls out ahead of everyone, nearly hitting another car. He rolls down his window, smart phone to his ear, raises his other hand (presumably now driving with his monster, all-powerful man-johnson), flips the other driver the bird (is the word) and says, "Fuck you, asshole," narrowly missing hitting a parked car.

Man, I love a team player!