Is this for a blog or something?

I hail from Afghanistan and I am an accounting guru. Yes indeed. Indeediblydubidibly so in fact. My favorite form of elephant is the Indian sort, actually I think pretty much every kind of animal or anything that comes from India looks pretty weird. And by /wɪərd/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[weerd] of course I mean really great and not just great but awesome. Fucking awesome. Except for all that magic crap, I am an ACOUNTANT. I don't have time for these, inductive, means of explaining the universe. I actually dont have any time for knowledge of logic either because I only deal with numbers. And Pythagoras can fuck himself because I don't know philosophy either. All I know is that the primary Afghan import is morphene baby or other derivatives, so anyways it makes all this 'accounting' (and by accounting I really just mean sitting in a bomb shelter listening to big band music) a whole hell of a lot easier. I have summed up quantaties of digits and the like. Yes, definately quantaties of them and numbers as well. I am part of a big organization. And when I say big I mean probably the biggest. Its huge. Anyways my counterparts are all doing work like me, but we dont have to communicate. Sometimes I tap on the wall and I know they are there because I can here tons of other tapping. And when I tap louder they tap louder, and sometimes when I yell they do to but they only yell the same things as me which makes me think that they dont want to talk. But fuck them and fuck sarcasm to. THey are just assholes. But because we are all so busy counting...and stuff...like....that we don't talk any more. There is someone who takes all of our papers with numbers on them. In the begining they told us that for the guy to take our numbers we had to send it through this tube in the wall. Then they all started laughing which was kind of weird. But anyways, at the end of this tube is a bunch of fire which is kind of weird also.