Who cares? I'm a complete goof up. This crippling notion has served as the nucleus of my modest existence thus far. A tart and piercing symphony of misfortune, if you will ... but then again, every so often, I really surprise myself and come out on top. For example, when I agreed to edit this profile; I knew deep down in my heart of hearts, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this inexplicable departure was my meal ticket, and a fleeting invitation.
Whether or not this snippet teems with pertinence, or for that matter bares resemblance to anything useful, is a determination I am not qualified to make. The good news is that I have since convinced myself that such a valiant effort could be none other than a beaming reflection of my disgustingly high standards and slavish commitment to excellence. The discouraging part is that in light of this, my competence is in question, and remains negotiable. All in all, I can't be too disappointed. Simply waking up this morning was a tremendous success and a chart topping addition to my laundry list of spellbinding accomplishments.
