My grandmother has apparently found my MySpace page and now thinks I’m possessed or evil.  I’m pretty sure I’m the same old me (whatever that is).  Sigh.

My cell phone has been stolen and the perpetrator(s) have been using it to send text messages. The state of the criminal underworld is pretty sorry when the big score is text messages.

This weekend we all got together for Dave’s bachelor party, which included not only Chucky Cheeses, but hours and hours of poker and a very bad movie about lesbian vampires. I came out of it $100 dollars ahead.  Much fun was had.

Do yourself a favor and watch THE INDIAN VERSION OF “THRILLER”.