The mission of this blog is to record all the things I say in my head rather than through my mouth because you wouldn't like me if I stuck my face too close to your face and spoke my spittle-laced rants aloud.
The patron saint is of this blog is Dymphna, patron saint of the insane and who, I think, was killed by her father before electroshock therapy was invented.
Unlike Saint Dymphna, I have undergone so much electroshock therapy that my hair is unnaturally curly. I used to be smart but now I dumb. So dumb, I have taken on the blogging name of Dymphna The Mediocre, patron saint of averagely insane people. This makes me smarter than half of the rest of the world, bitches. Sadly, the other half of the spectrum lives in my immediate neighborhood in defiance of the law of averages. I suffer fools with surprising grace because I am resigned to being a stupid magnet. Apparently, fools love me the way a crack whore loves a Denny's Grand Slam after work.
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