I’m not afraid to admit that:
I have thoroughly enjoyed watching a daily episode of Gilmore Girls on my dvr every day for months now.
I visit a comic shop every single Wednesday without fail (except those weeks that have a Monday holiday during which the Wednesday becomes Thursday) to pick up my latest assortment of comic books on my pull/subscription/must-have list.
I subscribe to the notion that every female on earth has been hardwired before birth to have the ability to sing the lyrics of every Abba song ever written. I am currently training my 5 month old daughter Emma by exposing her to Abba videos each weekend on youtube.
I prefer the taste of soda to beer.
I would be at a loss to name or even recognize a Coldplay or Radiohead song.
I used to watch the WWE religiously every Monday and Thursday night as recently as 2003.
I find farts funny. Come on, admit it, you do, too.
When Fehmeen and I went to the movies last December, we couldn’t decide on a movie to see together so we went our separate ways. She saw This Christmas while I opted for Enchanted. Needless to say, I was the only adult single male in attendance. I like those kinds of movies.
I discovered that the months of July through November are my months. Take the first letter of each month and tell me what that spells. I’ll wait.
I spent about six months of my life in my mid-twenties attending classes at the Berkeley Psychic Institute. And, no, I can’t read your mind.
And finally, I’m not afraid to admit that although I am supposed to be really sick right now, I have never felt better in my life. I am finally starting to figure things out; it sucks that it took a fatal disease to steer me in the right direction .
Thanks for reading and I hope you have a good weekend.