Anyway, no big deal. At least at night I'll get to watch a new episode of Lost.
Man... these losers have been with me for a long time.
A lot has changed in my life since Jack opened his eyes and found himself on the island. Remember that first episode? A guy got sucked into the engine of the plane, and there was a big explosion, and a monster killed a pilot or something. Or did that happen later? And then Whatshisname ran on the beach, shouting, "Others, others!" And then Desmond pressed a button and said, "Brother." Jack and Desmond cried a lot. Who's in the coffin? Maybe this guy?
And then they went off the island and back on the island, and now Sawyer is crying, and I'm thinking maybe I've wasted my time here because this new show, Heroes, looks like fun!
But then Heroes was bullshit, so whatever. We're back on the island. By the time these lost douchenozzles figure out the big masterplan, I can make two babies, is what I'm saying.
But that's not what I wanted to write about.
Or maybe that was it?
I think I wanted to write a touching post about the changes in my life, but then I talked to Kim on Skype and saw myself on the webcam, and looking at this beard, I can't write anything serious, because you know, look at this shit!