An warning.

Achtung! I intend to post here rarely but verbosely: rambles like today’s will be the norm. I do not seriously expect people to find such things other than tiresome – or, at best, temporarily amusing. If you like to keep your friends page readable, don’t make me your friend, ’cause I will certainly uglify it. I will not be offended if you de-friend me: I too know the pain of having people I like but whose day-to-day mumblings I would rather not read. (And that goes double for you, dear reader.)

Seriously, folks, you’re not obliged to pay attention to me.* I’d be flattered if you dropped by once every two weeks and browsed the archive. Any more is above and beyond the call of neighborly or friendly duty, and without reward other than the obvious moral satisfaction.

This place is more about finding out what Vruba thinks is clever, or what Vruba is trying to work out so that it makes sense to himself, or what Vruba is hinting you should get him for his birthday, than about finding out how Vruba is feeling about his emotions regarding his sentiments.

That was fair warning. You will be returned to my regularly scheduled pretension, arrogance, and insipidity.

* Ecxsept snarkish, whom shall faith fully proofead every Thing I wright + caringly inummarate it‘s Errs in a email too me ever pm at five:00 in the eavening so As I don”t look like the "stupid" personij i would of bene, being if he hasn]t bin her to help me.. Haha do I nowe whow to push His butons or What!!1!