Life Kicks Ass

Wow, I haven't update this site in a while. It's been so long that all my chest hair has grown back since my last post.

So, I was away in North Carolina for most of the summer studying parapsychology, and I just got back a week or two ago (I'm getting so forgetful in my old age that I can't tell the difference between a week and two weeks...maybe I should be worried. Oh well.) For those who don't know, parapsychology is the scientific study of psychic phenomena (and to a lesser extent, stuff like ghosts and survival of death). It was fun. And I'm no weirder than I used to be, really.

Now that I'm back in London, life is pretty much perfect for me. I have a good job, no silly school to worry about, and I recently acquired an amazingly wonderful girlfriend. If I move out of my parents' house, I'll practically be a real person. I rule.

On a lighter note (?), I just bought a bag of those Reese peanut butter Bites. The weird thing is, it says "new" on the package. These things aren't new...they've been out for more than a year now. They also taste a bit funny. The inevitable conclusion is that the package of Bites I bought has been sitting in that store for a loooong time. I hope I get sick so I can sue them.

My coffee also has little white chunks in it, and tastes weirder with every sip. What's with my luck today? I guess fate is making up for all the perfectness in my life by throwing in a little crapiness.

Oh well.

That is all.

Current Best Song Ever: Burning Down the House by Tom Jones. I have no idea why this song suddenly popped into my head, but I sure am digging it.