It’s always great to learn something about yourself. Especially when it deals with your impact on other people. I just had a theory of mine soundly reinforced the other day: “If you want to get married, date me. Chances are, you’ll marry the next guy you date.”

Thankfully, I end all of my relationships on good terms so I’m able to share the joy and encourage them on their way.

I don’t think of this as a positive or negative, but rather a better after effect than my other friend who had the running joke, “After you date me, you turn gay.” We were all worried about how that was going to turn out when she started dating one of my Navy friends. They’re married now. With child. So, I’m guessing he enjoyed it.

–SnoopyKiss wants a ring…A One Ring.

P.S. Oh yeah, the blues party was yet another success. These are starting to become my new favorite types of parties to throw! Right number of people too.

The weekend that kept getting wackier still lives!

It started with seeing an X and getting insanely jealous. That was later calmed down by attending The Angry Asian’s “Stereotypical Party”, where you come dressed up as the worst stereotype of your race. I was about to go home and mope until I was told that I couldn’t until I went to see “Madame Wong”. Boy, that was a good idea.

The next day pushed my limits of stress and ability to deal with physical threats. These two unrelated “tests” involved gunshots from outside at 1:30, and later, an unwelcome visitor who burst into my bedroom in an outrage and had some very unpleasant and tramatic things to say. Thank God I was dressed.

Throughout the numerous ordeals, I was brought back to sanity with the help of my amazing friends who don’t mind getting 4:30AM emergency phone calls from me.

Today has been interesting as I’m finally getting a few week’s worth of laundry done, got a Thank You card from Barb and (OMG!) Mentos from Australia and New Zealand from about the coolest person on Earth!

And then I got an SMS from Brooke. Now I know why she disappeared for so long. Maybe I should have left a “Tommy was here” in the closet.

–SnoopyKiss can’t wait to settle down with some girl that won’t eat his Mentos.

The process for getting the absurd speeding ticket (65 on the Tollway) has been stretched out to the point where if these were gym shorts, they would no longer fit. I’ve failed to see any humor in the situation until I realized how much I loved the Internet, and how it was my friend.

If you’re from Texas, you’ve probably heard the ads for defensivedriving.com. I decided to take a risk and try it. There’s the occasional question to make sure you’re paying attention.
(Ex: “When you come to a red light, you should:

• A.) Stop
  
• B.) Go
  
• C.) Some other silly option.

I ain’t lying. And if those questions are too hard for you, you can just hit the refresh button as the questions are random)

In any case, I decided to take a few liberties with my Defensive Driving course and I think that the amusement value more than made up for it. (Note the Smirnoff Ice)

With that said, I think that the timer on my last page is up, and I should return.

–SnoopyKiss is also heartbroken. But don’t worry, he’s got some glue on backorder.