have i mentioned...

i absolutely love the Olympics? well, if i didn't - i do.
what else makes me cheer for beach volleyball? (yes - this is from 2004 but still...)



what other show has me on my feet the last 20 yards of the pool?



what else has me crying when someone wins all-around in gymnastics?



nothing. because in general, i don't watch them unless it's the Olympics.
all i can say is ... damn - this is a good time to watch some tv. dang vacation...

Eight out of 10 scatologists agree...

I'm not going to finish that sentence... Suffice it to say, the cuteness of sleeping on your head, peeking out at you from under a blanket and sleeping with your toys is clearly a defense mechanism. Gato is lucky it's working. So far. I think the thought bubble over Gaia's head says "what the hell is wrong with you - weirdo?!" Or it should.






Your days are numbered my friend... I think Gaia is plotting your demise...

what to read...

here's the book du jour. can you really go wrong with a part-autobiography/part-philosophical journey about and by Kermit T. Frog? I doubt it.

Oh shit, i forgot to look for a book...

it's a boy...

don't let all the pink sway you... i think boys are cute in pink.

If only I could get him to sleep at night...

what the frick...

so i'm sitting at work doing work things and i get a text message. i won't give you all the details but basically a friend of mine knows a girl who wants to experiment with other girls and he thought i would be good for it...

does that make him my pimp? and me a hooker?

i don't like where this is going...

Practice Makes Perfect, People...

Rest assured that your stalkers have at least practiced on pillows...

My momma didn't raise no fool...

Clearly... she did.

She didn't raise no dummy either... or did she...