Good Day Bad Cold
So, I'm sick. The infirmary nurse, upon a thurough evaluation from 20 feet across the room, has diagnosed me with a head cold. So the bad news is that my head is flowing whenever it shouldn't and stopping up when it should flow. Constant sore throat, headache, you've seen the commercials. But the good news is that I get codeine for the nightime and I can play video games in-between much-needed rest.
Some new friends asked me to give them a ride to Wal-mart tonight. Who am I to refuse two lovely ladies in distress? I got to play with some cheap neon picnic stuff, throw some candy, and at the end we went to Friendly's. It's true - they're really friendly.
The trip also reminded me that no matter how bad I feel about anything, there's always someone who appreciates me...well, for more than my car, I'm sure...I mean, uhh, err, umm...YES I'M AWESOME!

Asshole
So, no matter how lightly I try to tread, I always manage to stomp down hard on a toe-popper. I can't win. Everything I say, innocent though my intentions may be, is taken to offense, and even the way I look at people when they're talking ot me me makes them angry. I can wear out a welcome in under an hour without an effort. But hey, at least I'll get the chance to go where there are lots of assholes, in the sandbox, and we'll just all get along as we rudely exchange fire in an attempt to kill each other.

Stand-off
No more entries until I get some feedback.

Peer Pressure
Underpants rock Bill's socks.

So, I did it. More and more my friends are using internet journals, online diaries, and weblogs. So now I'm just another victim of a fad. Hang me up between the Furbies and Tomagatchis.
I figure, unless they start charging me for this, I can use it to let people know what's going on in my world without sending out mass emails like I did when I was a rook. Now the masses come to ME - let them do the work. And if no one cares? I'll have fun just reading the crap I come up with when I stop thinking. If you have comments on crap that I say, don't be shy. If you are too lazy to leave a comment, think of the children and muster up the creativity to leave me something. Maybe a funny story, a catch phrase, a riddle, something.