Hello Blog.

So in the past two days things in the real world, and the fake imaginary one in my head, have become more clear. You may not have gotten the memo, but this week is the time to reject me, if you'd like to. The rejection list has been growing in size over the past few days and has become an actual list. My washer, the bottom button on my pea coat, my student ID, and my car insurance are just a few of my rejectors.

Notice: If you do reject me and then decide to regret it, my washer has already been the first to call a take back.