Right before giving blood today, the nurse looked at the results of my blood iron level test and proclaimed, “You must like meat.” …I didn’t know how to respond

Where on the “‘Yep, I’m a guy and as a result, think like one’ List” is “Debating on whether or not to wear the same work dress clothes two days in a row because Day 2 is at a different location from Day 1?” I say above “Imagining participating in real-life action movie sequences more than twice a day” but below “Contemplating being proud of a BM.”

Dandelions are like the acne of grass. They pop up every spring right before prom and when they’ve run their course, they leave your surface full of blemishes. I wonder if Jessica Simpson would sponsor Weed Be Gone?

I love covers.  Book covers, Tupperware covers, phone covers, car covers (okay, you get the idea) with musical covers (See: Robbie Williams - Lola) holding a special spot in my heart (move over, Mom). With that said, I want to know why it took me so long to find this song? As a closet Wham! fan and proclaimed Seether fan, I feel embarrassed, discouraged and down right disgusted with myself that I was not on this song as soon as it came out. Who knew a modern rock band could cover an 80’s pop song and make it respectable? Here’s a link to Seether’s cover of “Careless Whisper” and as an added bonus, a link to the original Wham! music video in which I’m not sure if the use of John Candy suggests I should take the video seriously or not…

Seether - Careless Whisper (Cover ft. Pure Awesomeness)

Wham! ft. the dance moves of John Candy - Careless Whisper

My computer died yesterday, give me a day or two to get back on my feet.

Placing a full length mirror on the wall behind the door of a handicap bathroom stall is a great way to make someone think there’s a person waiting behind the door  to mug you.  Or a great way to deter people from using the handicap stalls, as you have to watch yourself use the handicap stall. One of the two.

Is there a better feeling than finding hidden treasure in a pair of pants you haven’t worn in a long time?  I found some Chapstick in my snow pants the other week and felt as though I had just won the lottery. And people say I lack excitement in my life.

I haven’t decided what’s worse, checking out with a cashier at Wal-Mart to avoid bagging your items or using the self checkout to avoid conversing with a Wal-Mart employee.

Any car missing one of it’s side mirrors reminds me of Vincent van Gogh and I have no idea why…