The worst part of being a cocky bastard is the nagging feeling in the back of my noggin that I was destined to make a difference. I honestly feel, at times, that I should be doing some incredible thing that will place my name in the history books... all caps.
I am also a lazy good-for-little, though, and, so far, long evenings of cable TV and free high-speed internet porn are kickin' greatness' ass.
