Address Book

For me, reading through my address book is as nostalgic as a photo album. It reminds me of people I met, good (mostly drunken) times and special places in my life.

Getting someone's phone number can be as easy as making out in a bar one night. Or it could have been months of acquaintancing. But I always store them, first and last name, for a reason. Even if I never call some of them back.

Seriously Awesome

Random things I saw last night:

* A couple in shockingly good Smurf costumes.
* A statistician's penis
* 2AM (I didnt know this hour existed)

The Squirrel Came To Visit

... and boy is my ass ever sore!

Not from sex (there was none of that), but from all the hill climbing we did seeing the sights around town. It was a lot of fun. I took him to some of the places I've already seen, and a few I hadn't yet.

I must admit though, sleeping next to him again made me nostalgic.

Organic High Fiber O's

Yes, I'm an old man. Every cereal in my cupboard has either the word "Bran" in the title or a fiber content of at least 20% of the FDA's recommended daily value. Not because I'm irregular, but because I like the taste.

Trader Joe's sells a cereal called "Organic High Fiber O's". Shockingly, they look like Cheerios (who would have thought right?), but with the fiber content of my beloved Bran Flakes. And they are tasty like Cheerios.

So I ate a HUGE bowl one night before going out drinking. And it was the kind of drinking where you come home and pray to fall asleep before you throw up. I woke up in the middle of the night to severe cramps, presumably from the Fiber and Alcohol having a party in my colon region. In my groggy, still half drunk state, I thought, "Here we go. It's time to go throw up."

I was very happy to realize I was just gassy. I just had to toot a little, roll over, and fall blissfully back to sleep.