I'm bringing blogging back.

I guess I haven't blogged in a while. I blame myspace. And Rosie O'Donnell.

I've been sitting here, bored, perusing the archives, and I just felt the need to post a brief update.

First of all, my ends are split again. It's time for a new haircut. I kind of want to go drastic this time. Who wants to get drunk and shave my head?

The gummi rat is no longer with us. One fateful night, many moons ago, after a few beers, Will and I needed a snack. I ate the tail. He ate the head. We threw the midsection in the garbage because YUCK.

Northern Minnesota's Iron Range is awesome. The exception, of course, is Embarrass, where people take their children for walks along the side of the road in stolen grocery carts. Oh, and they all have sex with helpless farm animals too.

It's 2007 now. I resolved to not be such a sloptard this year and to kiss fewer boys. A lot fewer. Some people (you know who you are) seem to think this means I've given up fun. To those of you I say: I'm not doing a very good job. THANKS A FLIPPIN' LOT FOR YOUR SUPPORT!

Give me a break....I'm easing myself back into this.