i was walking home one night from work (no small feat…i live seven miles from work, and i walked the interstate) when i saw strange lights in the sky above me. all the cars on the interstate disappeared, and it was just me with these three strange lights. i looked into them, and they got bigger as they got closer to me, and closer. i passed out. i woke up probed. and that’s where i’ve been for so long. my appologies, but, as you can see, it was not my fault.

i began my first story in two months last night…two months exactly, actually. i hope it will be good. and i hope i will finish this week. it’s about the weather and extreme temperatures. hazah!

my birthday is tomorrow, and it has often been among the most depressing days of the year for me. i suppose it might be for most people. not because i’m getting older and all that crap. but because it’s supposedly this special day to you, yet nobody else knows and few people remember. i guess it’s disappointment, yes?

i hope people still read this…i know in blog world one day is equivalent to a month, so as i haven’t posted for two months i should be dead, or at least bleeding profusely, or in rehab. i’m not. please tell people. and please don’t use the word “peeps” in actual, physical conversation. it’s just annoying.