So I'm a maroon. I was separating two frozen hamburgers on Saturday and the knife went straight through into my palm. I managed to avoid severing any tendons, but I partially lacerated the nerve to my right pinkie finger. I even have a picture of the aftermath if you're interested.

But it's making typing more than a little annoying, so that's all I'm going to write for now. Cheers.

The bachelor life -- living only for myself. No restrictions or considerations for others who may share my personal space.

Sweet.

Of course, all I did was housework and watch movies.

Hmm..


I'm lonely.

This is a post about love.

I love Julie.

But she's leaving me. For another woman, no less.


Ok, well her sister.


Now that's a Springer episode.

Booger.

This is the start of a wonderful friendship. Let's see if this works, eh?