Hmmmm

I have recently had it brought to my attention that I don't like to be analyzed. True, this is a common characteristic of most people. However, I love to analyze others. I can sit there all day giving them my opinions of how I think things are, and how I think they should be. Not to say that this is a bad thing. Usually if I'm taking the time to tell you what I think of your life (and how good it may be making mine look...a joke of course... ... ...well for the most part it is) it means I like you and respect you enough to want you to be happy. If I didn't like you, I'd probably kick back with a Vanilla Coke and a large tub of buttery popcorn, mmmm popcorn, and watch the enivatable trainwreck that will soon be your life. Of course, I'd try to keep the laughing to a minimum. Unless I really don't like you. But I digress, and also feel obligated to point out that I have already taken this entry from being all about my desire to remain somewhat aloof and mysterious to one all about the comedy that I seem to find in the downfall of others. But admit it...you enjoy it too. More strangeness yet to come.