Where have I been? Truth be told I took two weeks off of work and moved. Good times, fun times. …

February 6th, 2003

Where have I been? Truth be told I took two weeks off of work and moved. Good times, fun times. Well, for the first few days, but now I am happy to be back at work with something else to distract me besides the fact that I need to paint my walls and buy some more curtains. And I need a f***ing couch!

Despite the lack of couchness, I was able to have fun in my new place over the weekend – Brent, Corrie and Greg came over and we ate hors d’oeuvres while watching bad movies and sitting on the floor.

Anywho, on to Bloggy McBlogness – I think I need to discuss some things in this blog that perhaps everybody ponders, yet nobody talks about.

Let me begin with a bit about corduroy pants. Have you ever noticed that when you wear a belt with cords, the buckle inevitably ends up spun around to the side of your body? I hate that.

Have you ever burped unexpectedly and had a few small chunks of vomit rise up into your mouth? And what do you always do with it… I generally swallow it. Don’t say “eww,” because you’ve probably done exactly the same thing. Why do we do this? I don’t know.

We all know that baby chicks come from eggs. But where does the egg come from? Do the mother hens have a poo hole, a pee hole and an egg laying hole? Or does it all come from the same place? Does the chicken need to have sex with another chicken before it’s able to lay an egg? I actually found out the answer thanks to the helpful staff at the Ontario Science Centre, but the question baffled me for a while.

When someone drives by you and honks their car horn, do you wave? I used to, until I was in highschool, when my friends and I would drive around honking at random strangers and laughing at them when they waved back. Yes, I was an asshole.

Even though blogging is a thousand gallons of fun, I’m passing the torch over to you, Ryan. I hereby change your name to Bilbo Bloggins. Haha, get it? Bilbo BLOGgins. Yeah, whatev. I know, I’m not funny.