Damn, I was away for ages and nobody posted. You all suck.

But... but... Isn't the tradition to run the Olympic torch from Olympia to the site of the Olympics? And since that site this year is ATHENS, why the hell are they poncing around all over the world with it?

So I liked this girl, but wasn't sure if she liked me. On Saturday, she had me over for dinner. I didn't get home until Sunday evening. I'd say she likes me.

I had probably the best evening I've had since I moved to Bloomington yesterday. Now I can't sleep.

Hoosier congressman with gun in briefcase tries to board plane. "Forgot" it was there. Probably wanted to fly the jet into the Eiffel Tower or someshit. [link]

A man broke out a window on the 7th floor of Ballantine Hall shortly before noon today, and jumped. [link]

I'm getting well over a grand back from the IRS. Looks like I get a summer vacation! Who's for a drunken binge somewhere nice?

How do you tell the difference between a girl just admiring your accent, and flirting? I really need to learn, on account of the cute girl in the BMV yesterday...

Well from what I hear, housewives stop putting out after the first baby, so they're definately different from prositutes. With hookers you actually get something for your money. That "something" is often gonorrhea, though. So I guess nobody marries for that "love" thing anymore do they?

Angela, we're going into mourning soon. [link]

Note to self: Before making important decisions such as "it's warm today, I'll ride my bike to school", I will always check the forecast. Excuse me while I wring out everything I wore.

I came back to my computer to a message saying "stay the fuck away from my wife, i can't believe you'd be such an assholer." For the record, I haven't been doing anything to anybody's wife. The world is fucked up.

Well, I'm home as of 3:30am. Had a lot of fun, really good to see everyone again, blah blah blah. Michael and Gillian are totally awesome. Sleep now.

I have a huge pile of stuff I have to do before I can leave tomorrow. Laundry, dishes, cleaning, packing, etc. Am I doing it? Nope, I'm sitting here burning CDs for the road. Yay preparation.

I'll pray for John Ashcroft. I pray he ROTS IN HELL. thankyou.

Spaghetti and Formula One is a poor substitute for cajun food and titties.