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Women. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t throw ‘em off a bridge…

I’ve been putting off this post for a while, mainly because I worry it’s gonna be like 5,000 words long, and I really don’t wanna sit here explaining this forever. It’s come to the point, though, where

My cat’s breath smells like cat food!

While everyone else was out partying, being social, and/or being cool, my as-usual uneventful Friday night plans this week included a trip to Meijer. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m lame. So’s your mom. Anyway, for whatever reason, I can’t

Nothin’ to see here, nothin’ to see…

Okay, I’m totally done blogging about politics and political people. It’s drawing a crowd. I don’t mind some extra hits here and there, but in around nine hours, some of the site referrals to my blog are

We’re gonna party like it’s your birthday… well, probably not

My dad’s birthday is tomorrow and I think I’ve set myself up for disaster. I’m slated to go catch The Dark Knight with him. No, that’s not the problem. (We might be the only people not to

Arrrggghhh…

Y’know what gets on my nerves? When companies repost jobs online I’ve previously applied for, but were either rejected for without the chance for an interview or that I never got contacted back about, especially when not

Reee-jected!

Updating a story previously reported here first (well, and only here, really, since — well — it’s about me…), I went ahead and asked out the hot bank teller girl who chatted me up and who messed

“How much for the little girl?”

This past weekend away has me more convinced than ever that entity-ownership of children is a way of life that will never change. Not only was I forced to sit through seeing Chinese Olympic gymnasts (who all

Drink more water

This probably takes more explanation than it’s worth, but here we go… See all that water? Two 24-packs of Dasani and 17 additional gallons of water being held in four three-gallon water jugs and one five-gallon water

This is what goes on in my brain

Y’know, I’ve been thinking about the priorities I’ve set in my pursuit of a suitable Mrs. Maybe it has been too superficial of me to hold out hope that I’ll wind up with a supermodel who can

Born to Run

I guess I can officially call myself a runner now! On Sunday I finished my first ever 5K race, the St. Patrick’s Day Shamrock 5K around the Baltimore Inner Harbor. The 3.125 miles took me about 39