Alright, fine. Here I am. You win. I don’t see what all the hoopla’s about. BFD. Call the newspaper. Blow a horn. Take three shots of tequila and pick a fight with the guy wearing that ridonkulous Tron-like headset around his ear well after 5pm as he stares at your girlfriend’s chest from across the bar while shouting at the muted basketball game on the TV and gulping a Coors Light. Go ahead and punch him one to celebrate… Donkey Pegasus has a blog.

And why would you want to hear about my average life every day instead of reading a book, or making a burrito, or living your own boring life? I don’t know, ask Dr. Lynn. She said blogging would be a good first step to “conquering my issues with emotional closeness” and my “latent shame surrounding my clovenness,” not to mention my “anger management issues.” Anger management issues? I ought to pop her one next session. That part about being embarassed of my hooves is all wrong. I actually think they make me special.

There it was, did you catch it? My first connection with you, the world. Oh yeah, stay tuned… there’ll be a whole junkpile more of my emotional waste that I pour out here on the page. I’ll also probably try to enlist your help finding my wayward roadtripping friends Vook and Pepe. You can’t miss them, really, only I miss them terribly. Vook is a big ole’ loveable armadillo who tends to overdue it come drinking time and Pepe is a roach who’s out there on the open American road searching for his biological mother. Last he heard she was a massage therapist in Tulsa, but ya never, do ya?