Sunday was my birthday, it was like a rock. An unmoving rock. Which is like my bed-sheets. I need a new futon. it's like sleeping on a rock. Sleeping is good, but so uneventful. Why can't sleep be exciting. Like, when was the last time you said, 'WOW!, I had this awesome sleep last night, it was like, a flying brick hurling through the stained glass windows of the church of Sir Kentucky Fry. Fried Eggs are good. Green eggs for St. Patties? Or just green patties from McDonalds. But you should never trust the Irish Don Al. Mc don Al D's. I dunno. But labels are always good. I now label you, receiver of Mike and Rachel. You shall receive them into your house, and corrupt their empty minds and fill it with your incongruent randomness of the mouse. Because mice make good rocks.

yes we do have a cat, why do you ask?

Gee... wonder why you updated? :-P

OMG

your post confused me when i read it at work (figured it was a play on the fact that i didn't really update for any reason) so i get home and check my email.

"Sent: Tue 3/14/2006 9:45 PM
Subject: Your friend has sent you a LiveJournal nudge

Hey mex,

Your mutual friend netanyapereirra has noticed that you last updated your journal on LiveJournal 1 week ago! Be a friend and go post. (http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml)

Sincerely,
The LiveJournal Team"

you've got to be kidding me. i'm just now reading my email. i left for work at 9:30pm and don't check my email when away since i use outlook at home.

somehow you entered my mind, and it scares me.

Re: OMG

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!