who likes cardboard, anyway?

it's become quite clear to me that no one knows WTF my title to this blog site means. so here goes? are you sitting down? yesh, of course you are. who the hell reads websites and surfs standing up? well, a dear friend of mine told me one time that i wasn't like other people. (that time she wasn't referring to my occasional pure lunacy) she said i had lived potentially other lives, that i was more than the other 1 dimensional cardboard people she'd known throughout her entire existance. she said i was emotional, caring, deep, and other stuff too. (no, i'm not going to go on, it's none of your f**king business)

so yeah, there you go. the world's not flat, and neither am i. i'm dimensional! woot woot! i guess in the long run that statement made in my general direction told me that i had done something right in my life. to mean something to someone is well, pretty goddamned important when you're almost 33, waking up each day, going to the same job, taking the same commute, following the same f**king 80 year old on a one lane drive going 15 mph in a 35 zone, and more. it means that when all is said and done, no matter what day you've had, someone thinks of you and says "cool, that guy means a lot to me.."

of course, mr puddins needs me too, but then again, i do feed him and clean his sh*t box too.