- My finger is better. Like, I can type regularly better, and I’m not afraid it’ll open up and I’ll bleed out in the night (because really, there’s still CSI blood spatter in some parts of the store).
- Kenzie bought me “Death Proof” on DVD. I’m still mad that they’re splitting up the Grindhouse movies […]

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I’ve taken to calling my bum finger the digit of doom. Pointing and wagging it at Kenzie and warning her with it. She, however, has banned me from using the circular saw again. It’s fine, I was done cutting stuff anyway.
I’m going to have to open a PayPal or eBay dispute with the shits […]

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For my birthday Kenzie and I went out to dinner and then saw Superbad, which is supergood. Pretty much the whole movie is one big long stretch of funny, so much so that when we left Kenzie’s face hurt from smiling and laughing so much. It seems like it’s going to be a bit of […]

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So yeah, it’s that time of year again, where I tick the clock forward one more time and go “Wow, I’m old.”
I’m not, which is funny, and I’m reminded of that since most of my friends are either in their mid twenties or my age and unfazed by their 30-dom. Well, I guess I’m […]

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