Boy! It's been a while hasn't it! I could have been dead or something. But I'm not dead. I'm words on a screen. I'm electric pulses coursing through your monitor. I'm sub-conscious remarks whispered in the back alleys of your brain. I am a warm blueberry muffin. I think I might be high as well.
But fear not, gentle reader, for I have news from the front-lines:
I don't care Spitzer is a douche and neither should you. Here's why:
* If you didn't expect that from him then you are to blame for his actions as much as he is.
I mean the fact that everybody made a big deal about him jogging in the rain when he was first brought in should tell you that he MUST be hiding something. Whatever. The Giants won and the Patriots lost. Um... Britney is insane or something. I dunno. I try to keep up with useless news but there's just so much of it out there.
So what's goin' on with you, reader? Everything coming up roses in your microcosm? Work going ok? All 7 kids taken care of? Your feet washed? That's good. I'm glad it's working out. I'd hate to think about you failing miserably in life. It can be pretty hard.
Life's been really weird lately for everyone, including yours truly. Sorting it all out is a full-time job in and of itself. So in the interest of getting it all sorted I've decided to be a little proactive with it. I'm currently trying to find an apartment so if you have any openings in the Horsehead Nebula and don't mind pets, let me know.
