My level of narcissism having apparently reached new heights, I'm thinking someone might be interested in my minutiae. In fact, I'm fairly certain mankind can't wait to become intimately acquainted with all the trivialities of my existence. Enriching the lives of the masses as I take on matters both big and small, big-what's for dinner, small-my disdain for women with male pattern baldness. Pipe down you hairless harpies, this isn't about you right now.
Living in KS means you can't often say "we aren't in Kansas anymore" with any semblance of truth. As if Kansan weather wasn't bad enough, now I have to relinquish my corny pop culture reference as well? That hurts KS, really hurts.