Yeah, I just called you a moron that contains oxygen.
No, I didn't. I was talking about this blog's title.
I've never been a big fan of oxymorons, but I experience a lot of them. Beautifully ugly reptiles; repulsively attractive men; careful indifference from fearful foes; the hateful love of resentful relatives.
And, of course, the explicit implications I make when I want to convey a message without actually saying it.
There will be more explicitness that implicitness here, though. There will also be no delirious late-night ramblings, no personal attacks, and no drama.
Okay, maybe a little. But you'll love it.
