at that i, of course, got very offended and asked why she said that.

this led into a discussion about why i couldn't be a spy. she said stuff like "your elbow would slip and hit the horn on your car and you would give away your position."

so, okay, you hit the car horn once in the middle of the park in the middle of a kiss JUST ONCE and all the birds go flying and the kids stop playing for a second and your girlfriend is bent over laughing at how unsmooth you are and you can't ever live it down PLUS it makes you not able to be a spy.

later i emailed her a list of all the reasons why i would be capable of being a spy.

as long as we're on rambling subjects, when did i get so hairy?

i mean, maybe it's just i don't remember the last time i shaved properly, but man. it's getting all out of control.

and i was going to cut my hair sometime soon but emily saw me and said she liked the length it's at now, so yeah of course i'm going to let it stay this length. for now.

i was playing with my roommate's dog last night and he gave me a good sized scratch along my arm. it goes almost the width of it. i plan on telling anyone who asks that it was from sheilding myself with my forearm during a knife fight.

that i won, of course.

because i'm almost a spy.