I still check this old thing every day. Mainly because it's bookmarked. If you haven't added me on Facebook already, WTF is your problem? Do you hate me? Well FUCK YOU. I hate you too! And your mom! Seriously though, add me on Facebook. Sorry to Tom, since he basically turned the whole social networking thing into a massive cultural phenomenon, but Facebook's just a bit better (actually, a lot better) for keeping up with people.

BUT, MySpace is not without its charms. Sure, its hips are a little wide, and its face is kind of homely and plain, but it's still kind of sexy when the lights are off. Wait, what was I talking about? Oh yeah! Meat.

I realized that I have problems with buying meat, and I should maybe not do it anymore. Not because I want to become a vagi... errr, vegetarian, but because I am lazy. Thus purchased meat has a tendency to sit in my fridge and spoil before I remember to cook it. Being a single guy, I don't cook fancy meals a whole lot. Just give me some peanut butter and a spoon and I'm content. So I buy meat thinking that I will cook an amazing meat-based dinner, then I procrastinate, then I just forget, then I open my fridge and think, that's weird, I don't remember farting. And I have to throw out all this spoiled meat and spray Febreze all over my apartment. I feel bad. I cry. Jesus smites me. I cry some more. Stupid meat.

So, yeah folks, that's my life. Meat and guilt. I still play guitar a ton. I still cannot play 14 notes per second like Alexi Laiho, but godfuckingdammit, I'm working on it. I'm working out a lot, and actually have lost weight in my quest to be Jason Statham's stunt double (sans thinning coif). I met a pretty girl recently, and I like her a lot, possibly even more than my guitar. Also, you know how in so many of my pics I have a five o'clock shadow, or in some cases a beard that looks like it's made out of rusty brillow pads? Well, I'm not really doing that anymore. Turns out I don't hate my face.

Anyway, that's all you get. I'm going to shower and then begrudgingly drag myself to Walmart to get the two stupid things I forgot last time. Go die! Just kidding. Come over and help me eat all this meat, then go die. Which you may, given the state of the meat.

- Mike