Hello everyone.

I’m Chris and I write at my site surviving myself, but because Jamie thinks I am quite lovely too, she invited me to guest post here today while she’s at Disney World.

I have to admit, I’m not really that happy with that introduction. I am writing for a whole new set of readers and the above paragraph is what I come up with?

Terrible.

I bet Jamie is shaking her head right now and saying, “I knew I shouldn’t have asked Chris to do this!”

And I bet Mickey is agreeing with her.

But that doesn’t surprise me because Mickey and I - well, we had a bit of a falling out. And no, I’d rather not talk about that right now. Okay, fine, Mickey stole a woman I was in love with and for years every time I saw anything remotely Disney related I flew into a murderous rage.

But I’m fine with it now because I hear she got fat.

So let me start over.

I’m Chris and I have the privilege of posting here today.

See, I don’t even like that one. In fact, I don’t even really like my name.

Chris.

It’s so damn boring, isn’t it?

When I was young I used to want to change my name to Sebastian.

Sebastian!

How bad is that???

How I ever thought Sebastian was a good name for anyone other than someone who appears on the cover of romance novels with flowing hair and maybe guys who write Dark Poems About Serious Things is beyond me.

But I did. I hated my name.

I think everyone does at some point.

At some time in all of our lives we think to ourselves, “My parents are such morons! I should change my name and then they’ll understand who I really am!”

But usually that rebellious cry is followed by us sitting down and watching Mr. Belvedere and forgetting the whole stupid thing.

So unfortunately I’m stuck with the name Chris and not Something Awesome like “Danger Man” and unfortunately you just read this entire post about nothing.

Life is unkind.