Sorry about the late response to my Wednesday tease.  I was hit with some unexpected stuff at the end of last week, including helping a friend out with his flooded basement over two days.  On the bright side, I now know how to install a sump pump in seven inches of water and that the folks at the Framingham Fire Department are fantastic.

Here are some things that have crossed my mind lately:

- I’m also sorry that I haven’t written much at all lately.  There’s no real reason, I just haven’t had the urge to write about anything.  One thing I have been doing (probably too much, in fact) is tweeting.  If you just have to have your Mike fix (and I’m not really sure if this is possible or why it ever would be), you can always check out my twitter feed.

- Again, thanks to everyone who kept checking into the blog even though I haven’t written much lately.

- I got really caught up in the House of Representatives voting on the health care reform bill.  Last night was a historic vote and a great night for our country.  The President put a lot of his chips over the past year in the health reform basket and last night, it paid off.  People will wake up to a better America today.  Very cool.

- I got even more caught up in Northern Iowa’s dramatic win over Kansas.  I totally have Ali Farokhmanesh fever.  This guy has huge cajones and made the shot of his life on Saturday.  It is games like that that make the NCAA Tournament one of the most exciting events in sports.  My brother said it best over the weekend, “I don’t even know any of the players, but I am loving the tournament this year.”

- Speaking of the tournament, when I was in Vegas last November I made a bet on Ohio State to win the tournament.  At that time, they were at 80/1 odds.  So, if they happen to win the tourney, the bet will pay $800.  Not bad.  Knocking on wood, the prospects of this bet coming in became better after Kansas was Farokhmaneshed, Georgetown and Maryland were eliminated, and Michigan State lost their point guard to an achilles tendon injury.

- I caught the movie, “She’s Out of My League” a week or two ago and absolutely loved it.  If there was any movie that seems like it was specifically made for me, it is this one.  Check it out.  I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see it again.  Jay Baruchel (of “Freaks and Geeks” fame) was fantastic.

- As for the aforementioned movie, I know I really like the movie when I can say this: I wish they got a hotter chick to play the female lead in the movie.  Alice Eve is very attractive and all, but they could have done better here.

- Speaking of movies, I love going to the movies by myself.  First off, going alone there are no disagreements on which picture to see.  As a dude who just loves romantic comedies, this comes in handy.  Also, when I’m at the movies (and I’ve been told this), I seem to laugh when nobody else is laughing.  Not saying this is good or bad, just that I think I have a strange sense of humor.  Thanks to Showcase Cinemas for $6 Tuesdays.

- While I am embarrassing myself, I am not ashamed to admit that I will be watching “Dancing with the Stars” for the first time tonight.  Thanks a lot, Ochocinco.

- Everything is still all systems go for the “move to California” plan.  I think I’m going to drive cross-country to get out there.  It is something I have always wanted to do.  I want to take like three weeks and take it slow, stopping along the way to see friends and places.  Early thoughts on stops include: the Pro Football Hall of Fame in Canton Ohio, Paris IL (the midwestern city of lights) to see my college friend Kevin, and Jackson Hole to see Jen.  I’d love to work in a ballpark I’ve never been to (Minnesota or Arizona most likely, only other ones I haven’t seen are Seattle and the Florida parks), the ‘Field of Dreams” field in Iowa and if I could get to Austin that would be great as well.  Planning on late April/early May.  Stay tuned.

- Farokhmanesh!

- The Bruins are really frustrating to watch.  Not as frustrating as the Celtics, though.  Both teams are on life support.

- I got Miley exactly one year ago today.  Today is truly a “Miley Monday” and I can’t believe a whole year has passed since I brought her home from the aniimal shelter.  She is totally getting spoiled today.

- RIP Lola.  I love you and will miss you.  Thanks for being one of the first people to believe in me.  I regret that I didn’t make it out to California to visit more often.

Hmmm, I haven’t done this in a while.

The captain has turned off the “normal standards of TAM decorum” sign and the stream-of-consciousness blog will commence in 3, 2, 1…

- I think one of my greatest weaknesses is the ability to ask for help when I need it.  I don’t know why it is so hard for me, but I’d much rather struggle through a problem than ask for help.  We all need help sometimes.

- I think the Tampa Bay Devil Dogs are a bigger threat than Texas.  The Rangers will fade like an old t-shirt in September.

- I really want 98.5 The Sports Hub (the new sports radio station in Boston) to do well.  The blowhards at WEEI need to be taken down a peg.

- It is really scary to me that the Pats haven’t signed Vince Wilfork to a contract extension.  They are on the verge of locking up Nick Kaczur, but not Big Vince.  Get it done, Mr. Belichick.

- Speaking of Belichick, I love his interviews.  He has an innate ability to speak without saying anything at all.  Love that.

- “Hard Knocks” on HBO is one of the best sports TV shows going.

- I still think the Red Sox are a playoff team.  I think Beckett will pull it together in time for October and the Sox will be a tough out for any team that faces them.

- I’m surprised at how excited I am that my brother signed up for Facebook yesterday.

- After seeing his reaction to winning the PGA Championship, I was happy that Y.E. Yang beat out Tiger.  I have a soft spot for weeping Asians.

- I tried watching The Big Lebowski again.  It is a movie I want to like because many people rave over it.  Verdict?  Still not funny.

- I went to a friend’s birthday party in Providence Friday night.  Just when I thought I had seen it all, I learned that a Providence late night tradition is going to Haven Brothers.  Haven Brothers is a diner made out of a trailer or some sort.  The cheese fries were excellent, btw.

- Chris the Grouch followed my suggestion and picked up “Waiter Rant” from the library.  Smart man.

- The only thing funnier than Brett Favre unretiring is watching people get annoyed by Brett Favre unretiring.

- Steve Burton is my favorite sportscaster like, ever.

-  If I were a punter in the NFL, I would purposely try and hit that obscene scoreboard in the new Dallas Cowboys stadium.  Every time.  If it isn’t moved, the Cowboys should be assessed a five yard penalty every time it is hit during a game.

- Speaking of obscene video boards, I never thought I’d see a bigger screen than the one in my friend Phil’s condo.  Phil, you’ve got nothing on Jerry Jones.

- Speaking of Phil, I think out of all my friends, my high school friends are the hardest to get together with.  The irony is that we have so much fun when we are together.  Go figure.

- Last week, I had people over my house on about six of the days.  Each day, Miley got more and more excited upon their arrival.  She’s not a very good host, even for a dog.

- John Smoltz dominating yesterday shows how big of a disparity there is between American League lineups and National League lineups.  To be honest, I’m rooting for the guy and hope he does well.

- Speaking of Smoltz, my friend Kevin is a huge Cardinals fan and I am enjoying his texts about Smoltz.

- One the things I’ve noticed on my drives up to Maine is that it seems like all the aggressive drivers have Massachusetts license plates.  I love that, actually.

- I love how Yankee fans get all excited about regular season wins.  It’s funny how the tide has turned.

- Speaking of wins I can get excited about, I can’t believe it is almost fall.

- Speaking of summer ending, I won’t miss this humidity.

- I’ve found the best sushi in Boston and thy name is Douzo. (Thanks G2!)

- I’ve been suffering from a serious case of writer’s block lately.  Every time I get writer’s block, I realize how hard it is to write every day.

EDITOR’S NOTE: I know the nuptials are this weekend, but I’m not sure how much computer time you will have over the next few days.

Dear Josh & Gemma-

Here’s $.02 of the best free wedding day advice you can get:

The great Ferris Bueller once said, “Life moves pretty fast.  If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”  This is not only great advice for life, but for your wedding day as well.

(I’ve quoted this wayyy too many times on my blog already, but whatever.)

Your wedding day is going to fly by.  All of your efforts, worry, and planning will be over in what seems like an instant.  All of your friends, family and loved ones will be in that room with you.  Their mere presence is an expression of love, the best expression of love one can give on a wedding day.  Some of those folks are traversing the Atlantic Ocean to deliver those expressions and share in your special day.

During your wedding day, be sure to take a few moments every now and again to “stop and look around once in a while.”

Take mental snapshots as the day goes by.  Remember their faces, they will all beam at you.  Remember their words, compliments and advice.  Save said snapshots for a rainy day, when the rigors and rough roads of married life get you down.  Those snapshots will be invaluable on those inevitable days.

I couldn’t be happier for you guys and wish you nothing but a lifetime of love and happiness together.

Congratulations!

Love,

ME

EDITOR’S NOTE: In an effort to mix it up, I’m bringing back something I haven’t done in a long while.

The captain has turned off the “normal standards of TAM decorum” sign and the stream-of-consciousness blog will commence in 3, 2, 1…

Watching the Super Bowl at Phil’s place proved two things:

-He needs a bigger TV.

-I can affect the outcome of a game by changing where I am watching from.

Sorry Jeff. Great season. I totally know the feeling.

Congrats Dan. Enjoy. Wish I could have watched that one with you.

Speaking of the Super Bowl, the best moment was when they brought out the crew of US Airways Flight 1549.

Speaking of airplanes going down into the Hudson, you’d think there would be more drink spills during non-water landing flights.  It never happens!

Monday, someone googled the phrase “poop drops to hide smell” and was lead to this blog. I have truly arrived and it probably is all downhill from here. To that person I say: Welcome, and I hope the diarrhea spattered all over these hallowed halls is much less odoriferous than the stench you were trying to hide when you began your Google search.

Speaking of Just a Drop, I still need to place my order.

I’ve been on this crazy Stevie Wonder kick lately. I can say with full confidence that he is completely underrated.

Most interesting thing I learned during my trip to Texas: My aunt’s text messages are the epitome of comedy.

Speaking of Texas, the “Don’t Wanna Close My Eyes” tradition my cousins and I do at weddings is the greatest tradition in the history of weddings.

I’ve become one of those people that I mocked when they said, the “iPhone changed my life.” You’re going to have to pry this sucker from my cold, dead hands.

I am addicted to Facebook. I am even more addicted to people on Facebook who can’t spell.

I’m thoroughly enjoying the “25 Things…” era even though I feel compelled to comment if I’m tagged.

Speaking of Facebook, I don’t think anything elicits a broader range of emotions then clicking through an album of someone’s old high school pictures.

An update to yesterday’s blog entry: The hilarious comments on these links regarding the “Water Assault in Watertown” make witnessing that horrific scene completely worth it.

Here’s another update and the video of that same incident.  Looks like an assault and battery charge is coming…

The moment I sobered up from all the alcohol I drank Saturday night up at Okemo is right…… now.

Papa Stein gave me a ride to work last Wednesday in his 4WD jeep in the snow storm. He truly is the king of the backroads.

I want to teach myself photography.

My friend Mike gave me the heads up on this cool link: Twitter during the Super Bowl.

The two movies I most want to see right now are the movie about Biggie and The Wrestler.

Speaking of movies, Slumdog Millionare is a movie that will only get better with age.

Speaking of getting better with age: My favorite white wine is only sold in Cambridge. My favorite red is only sold in Chelmsford. I will go out of my way to get both.

Someday, people sending emails marked “high importance” to my Outlook inbox will learn that they go to the bottom of the pile.

People who use bluetooth headsets when they are not driving have no idea how much they make me laugh.

I’m way more excited than I should be for Joe Torre’s book.

Speaking of being more excited than I should be, I am beyond excited to see Brrrrrruuuccccceee play the Jungle in April.

My company laid off a couple of people last week and walking by their empty desks affects me worse than it should.

Speaking of the awesome economy, I’ve run out of things to say to all the people I know who have lost their jobs over the past few months. Mercy.

A strict rule I have about appropriate ages I can date is the widely respected, closely followed (except for John Henry) and much-revered “half plus seven rule.” Funny, witty, and intelligent 25 year-olds are being asked to inquire within.

Speaking of that rule, when looking it up I learned that the oldest acceptable age I can date is by doubling my age and subtracting seven. Wealthy, 65 year-old women with terminal or potentially-terminal illnesses are also being asked to inquire within.

Speaking of those rules, my friend Jomarie thinks both are crap.

What say you?

EDITOR’S NOTE: Just a reminder to please check out the SoSH Auction for Curt’s Pitch. The total raised now is over $46,000.

Yeah, yeah some of you guys have been clamoring for it, so here it goes.

The captain has turned off the “normal standards of TAM decorum” sign and we’re cleared for takeoff. So, without further ado…

- I think this will be Manny Ramirez’ last week as a Red Sox. I’ll miss you #24. I really hope Theo makes the right call here. Man, what a hatchet job by Peter Gammons.

- Speaking of calls, calling and waiting for a tow truck has to be one of the most frustrating things ever.

- Speaking of tow trucks, Jamie from G/J Towing out in Revere has to be the nicest, happiest tow truck driver on the planet. If everyone had his demeanor at their job, the world would truly be a better place.

- Speaking of Jamie, he had a great point when he said, “It never ceases to amaze me how many people still lock up their car and roll up the windows when it is about to be towed. It’s not like it is going to go anywhere, even with the key!”

- Speaking of car repair, is there a better feeling for an auto owner than picking up your car after it has been in the shop? It’s like reuniting with a long, lost friend.

- Speaking of the planet, Gilbert Arenas loves Manila! He just moved up on the Mike scale (Thanks for the link, B-Rock).

- Z has recommended Belle Isle Seafood to me. I’m going to have to check this place out. Z, we still have to hit the Nordic Lodge before it closes for the season. Maybe on Beckham Day….

- Stink’s second bachelor party is this Saturday night. I’m hoping a good blog entry comes out of that one. Maybe Monday…..

- Speaking of that, can you have a bachelor party if it is your second wedding?

- Speaking of Stink’s wedding, The soon-to-be #1 ranked Ohio State University plays at USC in pretty much the college football game of the year on that day. During the second-to-last fella wedding I went to, The Ohio State University played at Texas in pretty much the college football game of the year. Thanks guys. I just can’t win.

- I kept thinking of Jen on her first day of her drive out to Wyoming today. 4-5 days in a car has to be fun times, right?

- Speaking of Jen, my friend Steve is so impressed with what she is doing. He called me both Friday and Saturday to talk about it. As I told Jen, if Steve moves away, she will have total hell to pay.

- Speaking of Steve, he totally didn’t believe me when I told him Dustin Pedroia would be an all-star someday. I would have never believed that it would come in the year after I predicted it.

- I don’t think there is anything funnier than watching people’s faces as they play Rock Band. Best party game of all time. I am so buying a Wii just for this game.

- Speaking of that, did Strati really pass out on the floor?

- Speaking of Strati, I can’t believe the Patriots are going to win another Super Bowl.

- To the person who keeps leaving nasty comments on the blog. Seriously? How old are we? If you’re gonna rip on me, at least make it funny. I’d probably approve the funny. Who knew that TAM was such a lighting rod? I feel like I’ve arrived.

- I recently learned that the Pacific Northwest is the best place to view delicate flowers. I never knew and never would have guessed that.

- I also recently learned that 3 is the new 2. So much for the terrible twos….

- Current song I can’t sit still to? Wyclef Jean’s “Touch Your Button Carnival Jam” If you ever see me at a funeral (or anywhere for that matter), blast this song and I’ll still start dancing like Kid Spin. It’s quite pathetic, actually.

- Speaking of dancing, no dice on the Tevez dance. Sorry.

- A Milwaukee man has been charged with disorderly conduct for firing his sawed off shotgun at his lawn mower because it wouldn’t start. If we can’t fire our guns at our lawn mowers, than the terrorists have truly won.

- Speaking of Milwaukee: Hell, I’ll say it. I hope Brett Favre plays next season. I love the guy.

- Speaking of Milwaukee part deux: Friday night at the Sox game, I started talking to some dudes from Milwaukee making the Fenway pilgrimage.  They agreed with me that Wrigley Field is a great place to watch a baseball game, but Cubs fans suck.  I feel vindicated with my “Cubs fans suck” stance.

- Is there anything worse than moving? You always know where you stand with someone when they volunteer to help you move.

- The Margarito/Cotto fight last Saturday night has to be one of the best boxing matches I’ve seen in a long time. I was rooting for the Puerto Rican (Rum capital of the world – what can I say?), but who couldn’t come away impressed with the Tijuana Tornado’s performance? Gritty, gutty and full of heart.

- Speaking of Puerto Rico, what have they done to be dubbed “Rum Capital of the World?” In that vein, I hereby dub Pleasantville as the “Blogging Capital of the World” on the merits of this site alone.

- I was in the bleachers at Fenway for the first time recently. I must say they did a great job putting in all those new seats.

- I’d probably like cats if I wasn’t allergic.

- Is Jason Giambi serious with that pornstar moustache? Really? I mean seriously, look again at that photo above.

I’ll bet the joke is totally on us.

I have a complaint. I’ve been reading over some of my last few blog entries and am annoyed that those of you in the “inner circle” haven’t given me a nudge (Forget it, he’s rolling). Hello, Mr. Serious Stanley! I should have gotten a “Ixnay on the serious-ay” from SOMEONE out there!” Help a brother out and hook a brother up next time! Come on people! Work with me.

Along those same lines, I was talking to my Chief Artistic Consultant about a week or so back about how I wasn’t going to be able to keep up the writing pace I’ve been on. She responded by saying everything doesn’t have to be a novella.

In that spirit, today I’m introducing a new feature on Truth About Mike, and I’m calling it “Maudlin Musings” (also me known as me “mailing it in”). In this type of entry, you’re going to get a stream of consciousness type of posting of stuff running through my head. Unfortunately (or fortunately), this stuff isn’t involved enough to fill my typical blog entry.

Well, I called the thing Truth About Mike. What the hell did you expect? A Paul Pierce lovefest? (future blog topic alert!)

“You jump, I jump. Remember?”

The captain has turned off the “normal standards of TAM decorum” sign and we’re cleared for takeoff.

So, without further ado:

- From the “Yeah, that’s pathetic” department: The happiest part of my day lately is seeing a new comment to approve on the blog. Instant grinnage. Even moreso if it is from someone who hasn’t left one before or someone I don’t know.

- Speaking of blog comments, I’m so impressed with Erin’s comment. Keri and I were talking about it on email and we both decided that there was no way either of us wrote that well at 15. I wonder if she’d ever consider doing a guest entry here on TAM. Either of them.

- F*ck it, I’ll say it: My lawn is embarrassingly, freakishly, absurdly, and pathetically long. Yeah, I’m “that house” in the neighborhood. Who do I look like? Mr. Green Jeans? Jungle indeed.

- I get so many damn phone books at my house. All I do is throw them straight in the trash barrel. I wish I could get a phone book with email addresses. Now, THAT is something I could use (Sanjiv rolled his eyes when I told him I had six email addresses). I mean really, who the hell uses the phone anymore?

- Z always IMs me this “…” and I don’t know what the fu*k it means. *headdesk*

- Speaking of Z: The dude is a saint. I mention this dumb blog to him more than anyone. Thanks for humoring me, bro.

- Ever since I wrote the entry on Tupac, I’ve heard “Dear Mama” on the radio like five times. Before that, I hadn’t heard it on the radio in years. It is either a coincidence or God is mocking me. Hey big guy, not funny!

- Speaking of songs on the radio, whenever I hear “Midnight Train to Georgia,” I get completely giddy. No idea why. If you’re ever out with me at a place that has this on the jukebox, drop a couple of quakes on it and I’ll commence giddiness. Also, I may or may not be playing it on a loop right now. OK may.

- Speaking of that song, do yourself a favor this summer and rent the DVD’s for the show 30 Rock. Funniest show on TV that nobody watches.

- Speaking of shows nobody watches, rent the first season of Friday Night Lights while you’re at it. In advance, you’re welcome.

- Speaking of Friday Night Lights, I am thinking of internet-dumping Minka for Rachel McAdams. Minka, John Mayer dumped you for old-assed Jennifer Aniston? Get it together homeskillet or you’ll learn about my not-so-secret, hopeless crush on Rachel. (hilarious)

- Speaking of make-believe/cartoons/dreamland, I was so psyched to go see WALL-E until “The Prince of Edgar County/All American Boy/Man/Kevin” said it was boring. Funny, every other review I have heard/read has been glowing. Thanks a bunch, Paris. Batman can’t come out soon enough.

- Speaking of movies, I love going by myself. Most people are annoying.

- Jen moving to Wyoming is affecting me way earlier and way more than I thought it ever would. Apologies in advance, bud. I don’t handle “goodbye” very well. Not at all.

- Speaking of not seeing someone for a while, I ran into a girl I haven’t seen since high school at the supermarket last night. You would think being a townie that this would happen more often, but it doesn’t. Usually when this happens, I hide and walk the other way. I don’t want the person to have to feign interest in me just because we happen to buy Sugar Corn Pops from the same place. When I saw Nicole Garden, I called out to her and said hello. I think I’ve grown up.

- Speaking of growing up, it seems like everything I see/hear/read about now becomes a potential blog entry for me. BS, I’ve grown up.

- I can’t believe I’m going to post this on interweb: For those of you who know what “Spe Day” is, I have good news. It’s back and it is f*cking back big on August 23rd (2pm until Pleasantville’s finest arrive). Email or evite (which is better, btw?) to follow shortly. It is time to wake up the neighborhood. It has been wayyy too long. Anyone want to come over and cut the grass?

If you don’t get an email and you know you should be on the list, please ask me. I’m looking at you, Buddy. Actually, screw it. If you read this on July 2nd, 2008 you are so invited. Also, if I am averaging over 1000 daily page views by then, I’m totally getting a piñata and renting one of those inflatable jump house things.

- Speaking of over-hyped social gatherings, Stink’s wedding is being held at a place in Vermont that costs $350 a night. Vermont. If I’m paying $350 a night in the Green Mountain state, I better be guaranteed the following: multiple happy endings, unlimited Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream, maple syrup at the snap of the finger and no smelly hippies within a one mile perimeter of me at all times.

- When I say “over-hyped” in the rant above, I mean wedding days, not marriage in general or Stink’s second attempt at marriage. Wedding days cause much more stress and anquish than they are worth. As you guys know, I’m a sucker sap and all, but I always get dismayed at how stressed people get over weddings. Best of luck, guys. (laugh track)

- I don’t think there is anything that is pissing me off more than the “Titletown” contest on ESPN right now. It is an affront to anyone/everyone who has ever set foot in Boston.

- Manny Pacquiao is the best pound-for-pound boxer on the planet. Gospel.

- Juno (future blog topic alert!) is my barometer for someone’s taste in movies. Kevin saw it last night and loved it!!

- Geekage: Yes, there is significance behind the time each blog entry is posted.

- This is going to piss some of you off, but if we’re being honest…. Knowing what I know now, I still would have pulled the “Sad News” stunt on the blog (with some minor tweaks). I think the most surprising reaction was from Friday lunchers Mr. Baseball and The Taylor Effect. Apparently, you can’t mess with the internet to a bunch of IT geeks. (I can taunt them because there is no Friday lunch this week. God bless America!)

- And the most uncomfortable moment of the week (or the year) award goes to? Sunday night, at my cousin Michele’s house, we were hanging out with baby Maddie and watching Wedding Crashers. During the scene in which Isla Fisher jerks Vince Vaughn off under the dinner table, I kept looking at (my uncle) Tito Mar and wondering what the hell he was thinking. I love family bonding. Motor-boatin’ S.O.B….

- This weather sucks. I’d rather it be cold then humid and muggy.

- I keep thinking of one of Moe’s suggestions for a name for the blog: cheaperthantherapy.com. Genius, Moe! So funny.

- Speaking of therapy, I miss my ex-shrink Tom. Not because I need him to analyze my psycho-babble (and believe me, he earned his money), it is because I genuinely miss the guy. He is as cool as hell. Is there any way to email him to see if he wants to meet up for a beer (without looking like I’m trying to get free shrink advice from him)? Yeah, didn’t think so.

- I need to smoke more cigars. 17! Still giddy.

- Hey Red, I’m getting another Italian sub at LaCascia’s today. I am doing so just to taunt your Nutmeg a*s.

- True story: My Godson mentioned to his Dad the other night that there are “three more sleeps until Ninong (Dutch for Godfather) comes.” Yeah, I’m quite possibly the best Godfather ever.

- Speaking of that, is it un-American to spend July 4th weekend in Canada? I’m asking for a friend of mine.

- I got my Pats season tickets in the mail the other day. Yeah, XLII still stings. September….

- To the person that googles www.truthaboutmike.com every day to get to my blog. Save yourself a few clicks and bookmark me. In my best, Izzie Stevens: “Seriously?”

- I emailed this to my friend e the other night (and also made the same offer to a guy at work): “Because I am a generous person and you mean a lot to me (and I don’t usually do this), I am offering my services to you. If you need someone to speak at the wedding, let me know. I am unequivocally outstanding in front of crowds of strangers. For you, I’ll put up with the marriage proposals, online and real-life stalking, and autograph requests that inevitably come whenever I speak in public.”

They laughed, I was serious. I’m f*cking sick-nasty at public speaking. I’m the truth.

- Speaking quite honestly: The day I finish an entry on this blog and don’t say, “Damn, that’s the best thing I’ve written so far” is the day I quit this bitch.

And that’s the truth.