There are only a handful of Icelandic people.

I just thought they would turn out in greater numbers to protest a dam that was being protested. Fucksake.

I forgot my friend Andrew's birthday. Sorry, Drewcifer. He's 33 now, just like me. This whole aging thing makes falling that much less of an option. I almost died at the park last night when I hung up. Somehow I pulled it out of my ass and rolled away. Jelly legs showed up, though.

Mica said some really complimentary things about me the other night. Basically had to do with my methods in child raising. I worried at times that I was too boring, or conservative or whatever. But she put it all in perspective for me and that was a breath of fresh air. She really is a good girlfriend. Even when she heats the pizza stone.

I guess I need (need is a loose term) some new riding shoes and I am considering these...



I have railed against vulcs for a while now, but shit, they are only 55 bucks. I say only, knowing full well that 55 dollars would actually go a long way for me. Whatever. You only die once.