I don�t know what�s up with me lately. I�ve had this feeling of superiority where I�m currently annoyed with several individuals about their retarded-ass romantic decisions.

Now before you spit out your milk and say, �How dare you judge me!� let me state that if I think you�re being wrong, I�ve not said anything to you in any way, shape, or form. If you�re doing something silly that you know is not very nice, I�ve very noticeably raised my eyebrow. There�s a big difference between being silly and being wrong, so no offense to the individual who knows an eye brow being raised when he sees it. I promise I�m not talking about you.

This isn�t just a matter of people doing something potentially hurtful to another, no siree. These are cases where people are doing things that could potentially harm themselves. If it was a matter of physical harm, I�d gladly push them from the runaway truck�s path; however, this is potential emotional pain.

Simply, if I say something, I�m just being mean. However, if I don�t say something, I can�t issue an �I told you so� later.

I kid, I kid.

In the case of these few individuals who aren�t thinking straight, I�ll be someone they turn to when they have to help pick themselves up.

So do I tell them now? Or do I just shut the hell up, keep them from being mad at me for ruining their in-pukity-love feelings, and hold out a container of Crazy Glue when all is done?

I already know the answer: Crazy Glue it is.

Meh.

Today, my love, you are smooth and wonderful and the greatest ever. You�re silky and soft, just like I like you to be. Despite the wind, the jacked up dryness, and -- oh yeah -- the wind, you look wonderful.

Yes, my hair rocks.

I don�t know why it looks so pretty today, but it does.

Yay for me! Yay for my follicles!

The casino NY NY. The rollercoaster that hurt my head. My happiness that I saved $70 by riding that coaster and wouldn�t ever have to shell out the big bucks to go to Six Flags.

Now what if I said I was going to Six Flags this weekend?

Hey, hey -- At least it�s free!

Although I�m a contractor for a very large company (thereby excluded from anything fun), my super-cool boss sent an email to some higher-up saying that he had some contractors who had been with the team for a long time and wanted to offer us tickets.

Well, two tickets I possibly get!

I find out tomorrow, but Benito and I (or Happy and I if Benito has other plans) are likely Six Flags-bound. I�ll remember to bring the Tylenol, in case my coaster ride is anything like the clanging, shaky NY NY coaster that made my head hurt for a few days.

Expect a report soon.

This list of what I�m going to do for the rest of the day:

-- Leave work ASAP

-- Immediately change clothes in work�s bathroom and head to my condo�s workout area

-- Run and lift arm weights

-- Shower

-- Eat leftover pasta

-- Spend three milliseconds going grocery shopping at Whole Foods

-- Head to the half-off martini place to meet up with Bethany9 and Ozwald (and possibly Petey Puke and Ohio21Boy)

Oh the excitement! Whee!

All right. At least the evening ends well.

G�nite all!
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