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I probably shouldn't do this, but I'm going to make fun of someone else's blog now. But I'll be nice; I won't tell you who it is. I don't even need to say anything derisive about it; it speaks for itself:

- "they should all just relax and go out for some starbucks"
- "i lOve yOu guYz !!!!! lets dO sOmethinG!! bUt nOt this week end.. i have tO wOrk! YAY!!"
- "i'm going to go and eat some waffles... hahah.. by the way, i didn't eat waffles for dinner last night... i had POTATO SALAD!!! hahaha..."

I'm having visions of our society in a handbasket, asking for directions to hell...

Anyone see the scary picture of the pope on the front page of the Toronto Sun today, accompanied by the headline (in font size 98 or something) "HE'S HERE"? If they were trying to evoke the movie Poltergeist, it worked.

Yesterday I took one of those time-killing internet tests to find out how gay I am. That sort of thing is fun and all, but such a test should really end after the first question (something along the lines of "Do you sleep with members of your own sex?"). I mean, what does it matter whether or not I wear tight t-shirts? I sleep with men: I'm gay. The end.

Why is it that I feel like Norman Bates when I'm around women?
Um, don't spread that around.