Here my troubles began.

There was a time when my progress was measured in leaps and bounds. I turned 23 on Saturday, and in the long teary eyed examination of my life (all that one can expect of themselves on such occasions) I decided that I, yes, I, the least likely candidate for such desperate grasps at attention, would start a blog. The two years I've spent showing friends internet videos of people embarrassing themselves will not have been totally wasted if I can make that very internet technology work for me.
My petty and misguided grievances projected upon this screen for all the world to see! Oh, and how they will see! See how wrong they all were to disagree with me, or to have otherwise tempted my blinding rue. A loyal fan base made of people other than Molly to cling to my every word as I set about to establish the cosmology by which they will understand their own nature.
The stomach may be heavy with pizza, but the mind is light and free. Fly heavenwards, sweet mind! Fly and report back to us all that you've observed from those great, great heights!