do not adjust your monitor

it's true.
i'm writing a SECOND post for the day.
if you're as thrilled about this as I am--seek help.
you are clearly addicted to something sinister and mind-altering.
--or at the very least, addicted to the blog world.
and who isn't??
it's so much like television, as an escape from reality.
and yet--
more real, more interactive, and more intellectually stimulating than the boob tube.
well, not if you're reading a blog like THIS, but there are better ones out there.
sometimes i catch myself feeling rather uppity about the fact that i don't watch much television...
usually i end up choking on something, as i remember which screen i AM glued to on a daily basis.
oh well...
at least i'm using my mind.
(and occassionally the body of a willing "pool boy".)
(wink wink.)
i love parantheses.
i use them far too little.

do you know what bugs the SHIT out of me?
the signs in supermarkets...
the ones that say, "10 items or less"
guess why?
some of you know...
when modifying a specific quantity, the proper word is "fewer".
Examples:
* there are fewer morons in my house than yours.
* there is less rain in utah than maine.

so there.
a half-assed grammar lesson.
i'm sure i don't have it exactly right, but i do grasp the usage, which is all that matters.
my kids are going to sound incredibly pretentious...
but they're big--and there are two of them--so i doubt they'll get picked on.
it'll be like, "may i kick your ass? you have fewer iq points than I."

oh lordy.
i better change the subject before i start annoying myself...

made it to the fucking gym today.
first time since thursday.
god damn out of town guests.
(love ya ma!)
felt goooooooooood.
always does.
that's no newsflash.

AND i kissed and made up with a friend today.
minus the kissing.
although, that's something we haven't fully discussed which ought to be cleared up.
ahem.
i never fight with friends...
i generally hate confrontation of any kind.
but something weird sort of got tweaked in our rhythm...
a bunch of stuff, actually.
but we're good.
well.
for now.
jesus--i'll probably end up pissed off again in anotherh 5 minutes.

and now it's time to cook dinner.

if you were all here right now, we could have cold beer and delicious food.
but since you're not, i'll just go ahead and take care of that myself.
yummmmy.
cheers--