Been a while.

I had a strange conversation about women yesterday. I was at a coffee shop with my friend Lenore and we were talking about women. I told her how crazy it was to me that some girls will adamantly say one thing but secretly hope you do the other. The "testing" apparently. Lenore was shocked to hear about it. She seemed genuinely surprised that this happens. I ran through with my friend Janine this morning and she completely agrees with my assumption. I like to take words at face value. When you adamantly tell me something, don't do it hoping I do the opposite. Guys are dumb. I am dumb. Because I will never get it. Even if you say something like "I want you to come over, but you shouldn't. I'm going to go to so and so." I won't come. Because I see that as you saying "It'd be great to see you but I am going to go someplace so don't bother."

Blue Cheese salad dressing is amazing. Before moving to Buffalo I don't think I have ever been a fan. But when you live in Buffalo you pick things up. Hockey. You've got to be a Sabres fan. You start putting hot sauce on everything. And finally, Blue Cheese. Goes good on salad, with chicken wings, and for dipping pizza in also. Its great. Living outside of Buffalo, I go to the store and they have three choices for Blue Cheese dressing. Kraft, Ken's Steakhouse, and the generic. I swear in Buffalo you can get 20 different kinds. Oh well.

Fingernails. My fingernails grown to fast.

Dream, I had this dream last night that I was walking on the beach in Delaware. There was a long steep beach. I was looking at ghost crabs running around at night when the tide came up quickly. I took off my pants and shoes and put them in a cubby up by the boardwalk. But the tide came in really high and I had to grab hold of the stairway to keep from washing away. When the water receded my pants were gone. I was walking around in my boxers. It was a weird dream.

Blue plate. I have this plastic blue plate that is my favorite plate. I have no idea where I got it. But its like my go to plate. And I have a go to cup also. I know where I got the cup. It was on Spring Break of 2001. From some bar where it was mug night in Virginia Beach. That was also the night Pat saved my life. Good Times. In the background of this picture is a helium birthday balloon. I swear the thing is two years old and is still inflated. Doesn't float anymore, but hasn't leaked or gone down.