If you read this, take the 2 minutes to make a profile and add youself as a follower. I have 2. One of them is me. Jay I know you fucking read this, do it or you're not invited to my birthday party!

I have Internet at home! It only took some pasta, a bottle of wine and a geeky movie! Not that I didn't do too badly while I didn't have Internet as easy and regular access to a couple of libraries did me quite well. Still, YAY! And maybe I get to talk at Lysee on MSN? I hope so. Not like she blogs or anything...

ALMOST FINISHED WITH MY STUPID PHONE SHIT!

I read a thousand pages yesterday. I didn't mean to, I swear! It just kinda happened. The weird thing I still had a productive day of errand running, mailing school stuff and going to the gym. I wonder if it's hobby hunting time.

I'm going to start carrying around an extra notebook or something in my pocket or backpack. Probably backpack as I tend to collect quite the assortment of necessary crap in my pockets. I keep finding stuff or thinking of stuff I want to blog and/or write about, but I can never quite remember everything when I actually get to a computer.

WEDNESDAY IS GARBAGE DAY.

Herbert want to blog. He seems to think I'm setting an example for him to unleash his wrath upon the Internet. I'm not sure that I do lots of wrath unleashing (not lately anywho) but he's pretty adamant. I'm not sure if he'll be posting her or starting up on one his own. We'll call it an experiment.

I was talking to this guy at the gym when he suddenly trailed off mid sentence. I swear I freaked for a second because I thought he was having a stroke. Then I saw what he saw: an epic set of legs and ass having a whole lot of trouble picking up her towel and water bottle. I may be a fucking pig (I even admit it) but it was definily a guy bonding moment. We fist bumped. And then I went over and helped her get her stuff. Her name is Jennifer. I'm a gentleman AND a pig, but at least I admit it.

I'd like pictures from the wedding to be posted. It's always fun seeing how much of a drunken ass you made of yourself after the fact. I might be cutting down on the drunken assness though, considering what happened the last time I drunk myself forgetful. Oh and beer is all empty calories. I might just switch back to exclusively tequila. Of course tequila does facilitate the whole drunken ass part.

Hmm it seems I'm in the midst of a dilemma.

That's me. No children under the age of 18 were harmed in the making of this blog...this time. Muahahahahahahahahahahahah.