i was a cop.

and so i solved it, but the killer was still loose, and my family was in risk because i had to leave them to capture the killer.

and then there was this big fight scene on some mine carts and i knocked the guy's head off.

i went out with two friends tonight.

we've made plans to go to a concert near the end of april and then to the beach in june.

it seems weird, the three of us bonding as well as we have.

but there's still a handful of stuff i feel uncomfortable talking about in front of them, much less doing in front of them.

like flirting, i feel really uncomfortable flirting in front of them.

we hung out at one's work, helped her organize stuff, then we went out to eat.

we then went to another's apartment and talked and played a game or three. or five. who's to count, really?

math people, that's who.

i had made plans with an old employee of mine for earlier this week. i went by my former place of employment to meet up with her, but she wasn't there. something about it being "too late" or her just "being a punk."

so another old employee of mine got upset i wasn't doing anything with her, so now i'm going to do something with her. "afterwork" and all.

i'm just damn hot stuff, eh. eh.

indeed.

ha, uri geller just told the teenagers out there that smokers are losers.

and now he's talking about something chubby checker taught him.

it's late. i'm tired.

i've got nothing to say.

i'm talking about URI GELLER.

bend this spoon geller boy.

also, apparently, my new nickname is eye of the tiger.