About
I don’t remember being born.
I think this is something important to state far in advance of anything else.
I like to think of myself as having been willed into existence by a powerful, all knowing, omnipresent God.
After that, I like to think that he collapsed from exhaustion, and died.
His wife didn’t cry at his funeral. She read a brief eulogy that stated, “I am not upset over my late husband’s untimely death. He died doing what he loved doing: creating awesome people who were sure to, one day, utterly fail him in his expectations of them. I am happy, most of all, that I won’t eventually have to listen to him bitch about this one.”
And that’s that.
In super shortness, my name is Brad Root. I’m twenty-two years old. I’ve been running a journal of some form since I was fourteen. It’s in my blood. I can’t not do it. That’s what this site is. It’s my journal, blog, review site, fictional mind dump. That’s it. If you came here expecting more than just a ton of pointless writing, I’m sorry, you wont find anything but.
If you need to contact me, you can do so via this email address: brad@staires.org.
Oh, and … I have an AIM account, Relyimah.
That’s it, people, move along.
If you hit a password protected entry somewhere, the password is: fuck