Life AKA why can't a goat be a dog?

It was a really random day at work, one of those days where a man confuses a goat with a dog and I spend 20 minutes of my life explaining to him the life choices of a goat do not a goat change. Things slowly went downhill from there and driving home I had that dull throbbing pain behind my left eye associated with staring at a screen for ten hours and suppressing my need to scream.
Any who on to why I started this blog...I really don't know why and frankly I don't think anyone will ever read this much less be interested in the ramblings of a short yet adorable weirdo. I just have so much randomness and general WTFuckery happen in my life that I feel the need to commemorate it. Later on down the line when I am old and decrepit I can look back on my life and see how wonderful, scary, beautiful , sad and just what a blessing it has been, is and continues to be.