Well, lets see how this goes. I'm not sure how much personal information will show on my profile, so I'll keep my identity vague. When I first heard of this site, my thought was: What sort of depraved exhibitionist would want to post their diary on the web? After spending about an hour looking through other people's entries, I realized that I am that depraved exhibitionist. So here goes.

I have been keeping a written diary regularly for about 20 years. No, I'm not old. Up until recently, I thought nobody else had ever seen what I had written. But if one person can see, why not anybody who is that interested in the life of a suburban yuppie such as myself.

I am in my late twenties and living in Mayberry (otherwise known as Novato, CA). Married 41/2 years. No kids, but not for lack of my constant nagging. One dog, one cat, one SUV. I bet you are now fooled into believing me to be ordinary.

I have one of the world's finest warped and twisted minds. An old friend recently got a new job, and was hesitant to tell our friends what it was. Everyone else (who are all sick and twisted in their own rights) were debating things like male escort, CIA assassin, and of course, phone sex. What popped into my mind and then immediatly out of my mouth was 'vagabond proctologist'. This of course led to a discussion about how he could get one of those little carts in the middle of the mall, between the hickory farms and the nokia cell phone covers. He could set up his table, stirrups and all. He would just need to make sure his patients didn't kick the workers at the Piercing Pavilion at an inoppertune time.

Another thing about me, I tend to ramble. But you already know that.

That's all for now. I want to see how this works.