Tuesday, April 16, 2002

Another Shellen boy!

Congratulations Jason and Allie! Little Andrew Michael is beautiful.

Friday, April 12, 2002

It’s pinker than I remember

Well, it happened. I’ve heard stores about it happening, but always dismissed them as urban legends or as fictional anecdotes. But now there’s no denying those stories. Some time last night, between going to bed around 1:00 and waking up at 7:00, it happened. I noticed it right away when I woke up, but really how could I miss it? After poking at it a few times and realizing I wasn’t seeing things, I was forced to accept the truth, that my virginity had grown back. Sitting on the edge of my bed looking down in amazement at the boyish innocence that had replaced my sexually active adulthood, I realized that I had returned to a simpler time. A time when the stresses of life are small and fleeting, the days are longer and brighter, and the enjoyment derived from a passing low cut sweater is the virgin equivalent of a Playboy mansion threesome. So I now hold my head up high, and with my awkward random erections I stand proud and say “I AM A VIRGIN… AGAIN!”

Monday, April 08, 2002

Well, excuse me

Taylor gave me crap for my last post, he said is was “disturbing.” Well, they can’t all be gems, and when did my friends get so sensitive? I thought the years of hanging around with me would have given all my friends a good hard callus against being offended by my often-inappropriate sense of humor. Oh well, as I’ve said before, with me you have to take the bad with the not quite as bad. For those of you who didn't get to read my March 27th post, I'm afraid you'll not be able to, for some mysterious reason it has disappeared, I guess the blogger software was offended too.

The past few weeks have been amazingly full. Two weeks ago I spent the weekend visiting Joe in Vegas, Easter in the land of sin with my Jewish friend. That is a crazy fun town! I hadn’t been there in probably 6 years, and damn, it has changed a lot. If ever there was a place invented that was built for Joe and I to party in, Vegas is it. As amazing as it might seem, in Vegas Joe and I are not considered offensive, next to most of the conversations and activities around us we’re tame in comparison. , suffice to say we had a great time! Last weekend I went on a solo-backpacking trip in Henry Coe State Park. The weather was beautiful, the scenery was amazing and my feet still haven’t forgiven me.

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?