Bizarro Cassandra

So this weekend was awesome.  First off, the big news.  For those of you who don’t know, I’ve been having a relationship with a woman named Sarah for the past two years.  Well, this past Saturday I took her out to a nice restaurant downtown, took a knee and proposed to her.  Of course she said yes, making at least my year, more likely my life.  We haven’t set a date yet or anything like that, but when you see the ring around my finger, you’ll know what’s up.

Compared to that, all else I can think of pales in importance, so I’ll leave you with my semi-random thoughts.  They’re only semi-random to you though; to me they have complete relevance and make sense.

If I were to leave a suicide note, I think it’d read something like, “I don’t have to justify myself to anyone, so thpbpbpb.”

mmmmmm, spam.  It tastes like, er, uh, spam?

I have cats.  Well they were my parent’s cats; I was watching them for my parent though.  Anyway, they wanted my cookie.  But I say, “NO CAT, YOU CAN’T HAVE MY COOKIE!”  And the say ‘mew,’ so I give them a small piece.

I think all this climbing I’ve been doing is making me insensitive.  I just feel so calloused recently, I’d do something about it but I don’t really care.

I don’t think ladies dance because they enjoy doing it, I think it’s because they know they look awesome doing it and every guy around them is probably watching.

I must drink beer.  Beer is the mind-killer.  Beer is the little death that brings total obliteration.  I will permit it to pass over me and through me, and when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.  Where the beer has gone there will be nothing.  Only I will remain.


…or just another incarnation of Keyser Soze.

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