Excuse me, may I be Frank?

This blog is probably going to rock your face off for a good solid week. Then I will get tired of it and find something better to do, like read recipes for biscuits and gravy or learn new porn sites. Also, it seems it's been more than a week now (two to be exact) so I established an e-mail address for feedback. If you want to give me ideas (and by ideas I mean approval and declarations of jealousy) or that recipe for biscuits and gravy, please do so at excusememayibefrank@yahoo.com.

I’m frugal, I RSVP to shit, I send money in cards to cousins turning seven or graduating from something, I have scheduled laundry and cleaning days, I am less awkward around small children, I am respectfully punctual, I’m developing a filter between my brain and my mouth, and I don’t really feel too much like a giant bag of douche if I stay home on an occasional Friday night (so long as I get blackout drunk the following Saturday, of course).

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Excuse me, may I be Frank?

Confession 8: I think I might finally be an adult.