So in my last post Blogger decided that the single spacing between thoughts was like a quarter of a page. We'll see if it does it again.


I hate when I get a zit in the middle of my forehead. It makes me look like a--well I guess dot head isn't PC-- ummm Hindu I think?


There are two kinds of drivers.
The first can do no wrong. I have complete confidence in their ability to drive. Every movement is natural and I feel safe in their car.
The other kind can be doing 35 on a straight road and it seems like a series of happy accidents are the only thing keeping the car (and me in it) from plowing into on coming traffic or parked cars or telephone poles or anything else that could mean near certain death. I kinda feel like I'm in the second category, but I'm getting better.


I was at the gym today. I don't like the locker rooms, because I think modesty is dead. I get it, its a locker room, there are guys going to and from showering or swimming or the sauna they'll be in various stages of nakedness. What’s bugs me are these guys that revel in it. Unless they leave the room they are butt-ass-naked. They stand around talking or reading or sitting on the couch, the fabric covered couch that has nothing between their butt juices and the absorbent upholstery (I swear to God I have never and will never lay my ass upon that disgusting piece of furniture). Every time I look around I see old wrinkled fat asses (and other assorted bits and pieces). I really don't need to see all that EVERYWHERE, put on some boxers or wrap a goddamn towel around your waist.



Oh, there has been a single comment in four posts now. I'd be great if I could confirm that more than one person is reading. Tell me what you think: Am I entertaining you? Does it suck? Let me know.