Sometimes I dont know what I'm saying. I was about to start this entry with some nonsensical arrangement of any number of words and let you think there's some deep meaning to it. But I wont lie to you: I just talk my mouth off. Theory goes that the more I say, the more chances I have to say something good. It was kind of cold this morning. I think these are the best times of the year when we have cold mornings and warm afternoons. Cori sait the other day that she sometimes feels like she really likes being single and yet also gets lonely and wants a companion. I couldnt agree more. I like my easygoing life, not really having to worry about pleasing a girlfriend. But it's a transaction like any other, if I dont pay the cash then I dont get the product. The product in this case being someone to be with. Someone I can call, have lunch with, spend nearly most of my downtime with, go to movie's with, someone that wants to spend time with me as much as I do with them. Godamnit, I should make at least one private entry on myspace so I can say a lot of things instead of beating around the flipping bush. Q of the entry: Give me a compliment sandwhich. Something I do well, then something you think I complain about a lot, then another good thing. .Steve