Cupid with a Vengeance!

In a moment of weakness I logged into one of my old online dating site accounts. I was really really bored, okay? And yes, I have accounts on dating sites. Yes, plural. I never use them. I just happen to have accounts on various sites all over the internet. I mean, if I could find a record of all the websites I've ever registered or created a profile on ...
Back to the point. I decided to peruse the forums rather on said website rather briefly, and a post reminded that Valentine's Day is coming up.

I hate Valentine's Day.

But I had a thought: what if I celebrate it this year in my own twisted demented way?

What if I dress as a cherub on February 14th. Armed with a bow and arrows. Maybe arrows with pink shafts and fluffy white feathers. And I'll prance around with merriment and spread joy in the spirit of the "holiday" by sending my pink and white arrows sailing through the air to pierce the hearts of all those happy-go-lucky lovebirds out there.

It sounds terrible I know, but it's for the greater good. Sure, the deaths will be tragic and bloody and horribly unjustified and immoral. But at least all us single schmoes can get some sick enjoyment out of the day too, right?

Okay. I have issues. I admit it.

== Channel Open == Waiting for Signal ==

There are a lot of things I could post. So many thoughts, feelings, opinions, stories. It's been a while since I've posted anything, and to be honest, I just haven't felt like I've had anything worth throwing up on the internet.

One of the reasons I started blogging, I suppose, was to try and connect with people. Granted, there are plenty of better ways to do that. But That's neither here nor there.

So, let's change things up a little. To heck with how I am, what I've been doing, or what I'm thinking today. I'd rather know how your'e doing. How's your day? What have you been up to? Got any good stories? Maybe you've heard a good joke lately?

Leave a comment. Let me know.

The Great January Kitchen Flood

You should have seen it. I had a lovely picture, but alas I forgot to properly save it on my cellphone.

I couldn't help but laugh. It was like something out of TV or a movie. Soapy water was slowly flowing out of the bottom of the dishwasher door, creating a great sudsy lake in my kitchen.

I don't understand the inner workings of dishwashers, so I don't know how it could have happened. Luckily the carpet wasn't harmed. I had to soak up the water with 2 bath towels, which made drying off after my morning shower somewhat difficult.

At least my evening was interesting.