ok. i need to get something off my chest: i HATE sleeping on beds. i don't know what it is about them, but i just don't like crawling into a bed to go to sleep. i want to sleep in a recliner, or better yet--a couch. a couch may just be the greatest place to sleep. naps, passing out drunk, normal sleep, it's all good on a couch. i just don't like beds.

i don't think i'm funny anymore. it used to be that i was a riot. now, i've just kind of degenerated into this scathing sarcasm instead of witty banter. i don't know what to make of this. i also don't know when or why it happened. but i don't like it. no sir, not one bit. so i'm going to try to stop being such a sarcastic ass and work on real humor. situational irony, self-depreciating remarks, classic one-liners. it's coming back baby! i will be the funniest man alive, next to bill clinton. he's a laugh a minute.

going back to the sleep conversation. i don't like sleeping with socks on either. i would rather have my feet be freezing cold than to wear socks while sleeping (on a couch). in fact, i don't want to wear socks at all. i like being barefoot. that's why being a hobbit would be kick ass. you don't have to wear shoes.

good article on alcohol


speaking of websites. i have one
i think i'll use that to put up full essays on certain topics, but i'll use my blog to put my random thoughts and feelings (maybe rants and raves--like the title, even!).

oh, and i'm going to grow a beard