It's in the cards.

You know, it's funny how one quote in one situation can pretty much sum up one's character. Take tonight for instance. Tonight, I came home to hang out with my family and we decided to play a card game that we have played together for the last decade and a half. I have selected the following four quotes, all of which were heard tonight, to demonstrate my point.

Dad: "You played your hand all wrong."

Mom: "Here, let me play your hand for you."

Dave: "This hand doesn't count, I wasn't ready."

Ray: "I am the only one losing...again."

Ahhh, so it is, in cards and in life.

WARNING: For those of you who are Lactose Intolerant, this post contains cheese

To the Paranoid Android:
Baby, you must have set your beauty phasers to stun, 'cause I am stuck in your tractor beam.

I hate writing about myself...

So, here I sit, attempting to finish an autobiography, but unable to because I hate writing about myself. So instead of that, what do I do? I blog. Don't bother addressing the irony.

I haven't blogged in a bit, pretty much because I am lazy...as with every aspect of life.

I recently moved up to Beachwood Canyon, which for those of you who don't know, is just east of Hollywood. It's nice being out of Orange County, (I refuse to refer to it as The OC...fuck. I just did.) My roomate is one of my best friends from highschool, and I am now much closer (geographically speaking) to S. Marvine the Martian, which has been really nice. I really like it thus far, because I have been able to hang out with some people whom I haven't seen of late. I like the area, and I seem to be getting more focused, but I do miss my writing partner/best buddy, but that's another story.

This post is very much meandering, and has no real point except to serve as procrastination. I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed passing it out of my posterior.

I love touching my shtick.