ok, this has nothing to do with feces at all. i was just curious if anyone would read this to see why i was writing about poop. sad to say, i'm not going to. also, i liked the alliteration. here's to you, kevin ker (i think this is the second time kevin has appeared in a blog... weird).
actually, i'd like to talk (meaning, type) to you about people who fish for compliments. ok, it's one thing if you want to talk about yourself a lot. everyone likes to talk about themselves, that's how we're made. i'm cool with that. people that take it too far, however, we tend to find annoying. if you don't find them annoying, it's probably you that's doing it.
but if you're going to talk about yourself constantly, don't beat around the bush about it... just talk! here are some common examples:
scratch that, i can't think of any examples. i realize i could just erase that last paragraph, stating that i'm about to list examples. but i don't feel like it. why? because it's easier to keep typing than it is to move my hand 6 inches to the left, put my hand on the mouse, highlight that paragraph, then delete it. i'd rather just keep typing and tell you why i'm not going to do that. i'm not a sellout, okay? you know, the Nazis had delete buttons... delete buttons of hatred. chew on that, fatty.
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