Happy anniversary to Us

It's the one year anniversary of Mitchieville, and no one even bothered to send me a God-damned cake. Pity for me. Boo frickity hoo.

The first post ever conceived on these pages went a little sumptin' like this:

20 minutes at Zellers
Haggard clerk: How can I help you?

Me: I'd like to return these socks.

Haggard clerk: Is there anything wrong with them?

Me: Other than they're ladies socks, no, they're fine.

Haggard clerk: Well, we don't accept returns unless there's something wrong with the product.

Me: There is something wrong with the product, they're ladies socks, I'm a guy.

Haggard clerk:

Me:

Haggard clerk: Would you like to see a manager?.

Me: Just give me my $3 for fuck sakes.

haggard clerk: Security to Returns, code red

And because of that post, an angel lost its wings.

If you'll notice, the writing never really got any better in the following year, it actually seemed to spiral downwards until the inevitable ramblings and garbage talk started to fill the pages on a daily basis.

And that brings us to today, the one year anniversary. And that pretty much wraps up the one year anniversary. Please resume your normal daily activities.