An analysis of the psyche of toppers or why toppers top and i flunk

I will add to this post as soon as my flat mates start pissing me off again.

an asshole,who me?

Well they say that before you start pointing fingers and calling people names, you should take a look at yourself. So here I go.
First of all, I am NOT an asshole, I am fucking perfect, so if I have criticized you, pissed you off, or made you feel like shit, you probably deserved it.
There done, now I can get on with this blog, without feeling bad.

whats that you say, lack of coherence, was it?

Assuming, very safely assuming that my blog will never be read by anyone else, this blog will be my to do list, my bulletin board and most importantly where I clear my head of all the shit that its been filled with the in the past 24 years.
But just in case someone does stumble across this blog, it would be lovely if he/she would leave a comment behind.
So how do I begin?
Well I don't know. This blog isn't about current affairs, it's about my life, my mistakes and me bitching and cribbing on a whole range of topics ( including my work, and my boss, but not too much of that, boss-man could use his mad debugging skills to link this blog back to me, and that would lead to one of hell of a one-on-one meeting).
Well that about sums up my first, not too brilliant post.
Coming soon on this blog: my deadly boring to do list and geek rant on women.