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So what exactly is Blunt Delivery, you ask?

It’s a magical place where your parents don’t read you stories like Cinderella, thus giving you the false impression that if you get a minimum wage job as a maid, some sugar daddy prince is going to come around one breezy, summer day and support your sorry self. It’s a beautiful and prosperous land where we don’t waste time chasing after rainbows or pots of gold because we are able to face the harsh reality that most likely, they were already snatched up by some dude in a ski mask with a lazy eye, who you previously felt sorry for when you gave him your last $2. It’s a hopeful escape where honesty slaps you in the face like a psycho ex-girlfriend, but strangely, you’re going to like it. Does that make sense?

Why Blunt Delivery?

blunt-delivery-with-package I’ve been known to be pretty direct with the people in my life. You could translate that to mean that I probably offend them quite often. Although they might see me as the slightest bit negative from time to time, we all know that I’m just a realist and they don’t wanna hear it. Fortunately, I tell them anyway. Because I care. In my life, I’ve also received quite a few blunt deliveries and although they were unpleasant at the time, I realize now that it allowed me to move on that much faster. You can learn more about the author of this website here.

So think of this website as one big therapy session. A place where we can sit back and laugh about all of the horrendous experiences this life has brought us. Trust me, you’re not the only one that has happened to. But no, no. This website covers a lot more than just that. Here’s a breakdown of the other categories on this site:

Blunt Deliveries: stories, dialogues, or pictures that tell it like it is.

Family Matters: tales brought to you by my dysfunctional, almost-Italian family.

Kenny Chronicles: utterly ludacris day to day adventures with my meterosexual best friend, Kenny.

Relationships: this includes three subcategories of dating advice, the ex-files, and dating dilemmas.

Discoveries: these are self-realizations I probably should have self-realized a very long time ago.

Travels: everything from my college life in London, to my European excursions, to my almost engagement in Paris, to my mexican dysentary memories, to island hopping….blah blah blah

Open Letters: letters that I’ve received throughout my childhood from boys or snobby girls that for some ungodly reason were saved by my mother, and I now use to demonstrate different agendas on this blog.