So other than benji, the sperm theif sounding off, the mystery blog readers are still at large. Maybe if i write something meaningful they will feel compelled to reveal their identities. Although I doubt that'll happen anytime soon. Lately things have been rather calm. Work has been normal, Lost is back on tv and the Redskins are in the playoffs. They are serious under-dogs today against a bigger and badder team. Perfect scenario if you ask me. For those of you who don't appreciate football, you still have to sympathize with the local team that no one ever gave a chance. To even get to where they are was a longshot, to say the least. Later this afternoon I will be joining a few other faithful and patiently loyal skins fans to cheer for the local boys as they try and pull of the impossible again. I forgot how dramatic single life can be. One thing that's for sure is rampant rumors, invalid assumptions, ucomfortable encounters and undefined friendships help make the days go by faster. Yeah, these things are usually harmless and often times pointless to entertain, but we must never underestimate the potential impact they may have. Companionship on any level is hard to find, whether it be friendship, relationship, psuedo relationships or even a fucking penpal. Being responsible with other people will prevent any time-bombs in the future. And anyone who knows me, knows that I dont possess the steady hands to defuse complicated devices. only a madman would walk around with a loaded gun in his pocket, pointed at his crotch with no safety. I've had my balls blown off a few times, I think I've learned my lesson(s). And for you phantom blog readers, this is hardly meaningful. Equating good behavior with the fear of bombs and gonads being blown away is a far stretch from anything substantial.