Herrrooooo

So I have had some requests to start blogging again, and since I am definitely not overburdened by going full time to school, work, snowboarding and soccer games...I should have time to update my blog.

Then I was all, what do I write about?

And I searched my mind.

And oddly enough my first thought was 'did I have any funny stories of bowel movements lately?'

And then I scolded my mind for being so perverse.

Then I thought if I had any funny sex stories lately.

Then I realized I did...but then I realized that I might be friends with them on facebook or they may read about it somewhere or whatnot.

Then I decided I was just going to copy and paste entries from the book I was writing about my mother.

Except my computer got stolen from my car in San Francisco.

So then I went to the soup kitchen on Embarcadero and asked the homeless people if they had seen my computer and they just stared at me.

Then I told them that among my computer, a bag of groceries for homeless people was also stolen (kind of true).

(not true at all)

(there was a bag of groceries in my car)

(it was not stolen)

So I am going to sit here and think of something I am going to blog about. I should write about my pet hedgehog, Iggy, and how we have had odd encounters. Including his decision that my underwear were a dinner item and that accidently (!) catching me off guard when I was on the computer and spiking my crotchal were appropriate.

On that note. I'm out for now. Dam your clam.