Sorry folks.  Due to circumstances beyond my control, the ending to the aforementioned story will not be published.  We all had fun.  Thanks Matt for a cool time.

Somebody told me recently that you will actually live longer if you receive a hug and a kiss from your loved one(s) before you leave for work every morning.  Also, to lead a healthy life, you need at least 8 hugs a day.  Hmm, at this rate, I should be dead by spring.   -just a thought.

Sunday, February 24:

Alliance, the second adventure:

I thought my first trip to Alliance couldn't be topped.  Low and behold, it was.  The night started at 7pm when I picked up Mike and headed out to Matt's apartment.  We arrived shortly after 8.  Matt and I started out with a few beers while playing darts at the apartment.  The three of us did a quick city light (red royal) and headed out to the bars where we met up with a few of Matt's friends from work.  Needless to say, as the night progressed, our drunkenness also progressed.  Around 1am, I decided to call it quits and switch to water for the rest of the night.  Good thing I did because I was the one voted to drive back to the apartment.  Yes, Mr. Matt was quite trashed.  We hopped in the car and took off to the now somewhat famous Taco Bell "walk up window." ...um, before I go any further, I'm going to have to ask Matt if I can finish telling this story.  Sorry everybody.  If given the green light, I'll definitely tell you the rest. 

Monday, February 18:

This week starts my purification process.  After the events of the past weekend, I've decided that something needs to be done.  As of today, I will be cutting down on my vises.  Anybody who knows me, has an idea of what these are.  Hopefully, in time, this will lead to a better me.

Also, I redesigned my archive.  Let me know if you like it.

Thursday, February 14:

As a charter member of the St. Valentine's Day Exemption Society, otherwise known as the BSMC (bitter single men's club); I'd like to wish all of you a HAPPY FRIGGIN VALENTINES DAY!

Wanna hear a funny story?  Ok.  Last Saturday, my friend (for purposes of anonymity, we will call him Matt) invited me to his apartment in Alliance.  After a few hours of heavy drinking with some friends of his from work, he decided to retrieve a Marti Gras style bead necklace hanging from the ceiling right above our heads.  He intended to throw his keys up in the air thus knocking down the necklace.  Wouldn't you know it, at the precise moment he let go of his keys, somebody bumped his arm and the keys went flying across the crowded club.  The search was futile.  Yes, the keys were gone for good.  Fortunately, he kept his car keys on a separate ring so we had a way to get back to his apartment.  Of course, we had to break in.  As of today, he is still on a quest to obtain new keys.  Sorry Matt, but this story is too funny to forget!

Wednesday, February 6:

Hey Missy, "It's all worth it once you graduate.  Hang in there."

..and GET BETTER SOON!

Monday, February 4:

For some reason, I'm feeling melancholy today.  I have no idea why, but I'm just depressed.  Maybe because, after a weekend of heavy drinking and partying, I've become tired of the scene.  I'm tired of going out to all the clubs, paying all the covers, seeing all the same bands, watching all the same people act the same way.  Maybe you could throw a bit of loneliness into the mix.  If you're wondering why, ask me about why I HATE Superbowl Sunday.  This terrible weather isn't helping much either.  My car is absolutely horrible in the snow (obviously).  For example, while trying to get up a hill, I got stuck.  Feathering the gas wasn't working, so I decided to punch it.  After a few seconds I started to move.  According to the speedometer, I was doing 120 mph, but in actuality, I was inching along.  Yes, it was quite funny.  Snow sucks!