This is a blog run by the idiot manchild Justin Pakuris. Because Justin has an abundance of creativity and delusions of grandeur he honestly believes that this blog will succeed, however he still remains clueless as to what niche he wishes to fill with it and why anyone in their right mind would want to read anything he has to say. Justin is also relatively unsure what defines a success in the blogging world. He imagines it means sleeping until 2 PM religiously, wearing pajamas to lunch and dieing alone, bitter and penniless. This life would suit Justin well. But perhaps in order to best understand this sad and pathetic dream it is first important to understand the dreamer behind it.
Justin Pakuris was born on December 21st, 1983 (no reason to miss his birthday this year) in the urban metropolis of Abington, Pennsylvania. The bastard love child of Eris the Greek Goddess of Discord and a mere mortal named Christopher, Justin was born an only child… that is until the birth of his two half-brothers, Ethan and Jordan. Later in life Ethan and Jordan will more than likely be the sole heirs to the family fortune, which is why Justin has made it his lives goal to introduce them to cigarettes and oncoming traffic. But enough about them; they’re still only toddlers. Justin stands a striking 5′11″ and sits at about half that height (depending upon the chair). He is a student of life and a slave to the staus quo, leaving little time for him to update this blog or concern himself with spelling or coherence when he does. Justin has been called a “renaissance man” and the “voice of his generation” by his girlfriend in summer camp (whom you’ve never met and lives “far away”) and the “dude, you’re getting a Dell” kid. Justin is precocious and full of wonderment, bright eyed and bushy tailed, and perpetually unemployed.
Justin is single for obvious reasons.
