Greetings, Dr. McSketchy

OK, so Cyworld frustrated me to no end, as most days I couldn't find my own blog so I spent all my time using acorns to by furniture and wallpaper for my apple-hanging-above-her-head, can't-keep-her-tongue-in-her-mouth self's room. (You will be more confused than anything if you haven't seen my old blog.) I'm still a bit... OK, very... creeped out about the idea that anyone anywhere can read this. Blogs are so invasive and yet so impersonal. So for the creepy middle aged man sitting at his stolen computer in his trailer in Dallas with a cigar dangling between tobacco-stained teeth and mustard stains on his wife beater that have been there for a week-- Hi. My name is Phil and I'm really big and scary-- and I have a gun!-- and I know where you live and I'm watching you right now so get off my blog, Dr. McSketchy. For the rest of you... that I know... welcome. I choose to believe there's only you and Dr. McSketchy, soon to be only you, who will ever read this. Because I have a gun. So... who wants to hear yet another embarrassing moment??? I was at work yesterday and working with a guy who I tease about having a sneaky complex-- he couldn't sneak up on a deaf and blind sloth... unless, maybe, if the sloth were dead too. Thus, he always tries to sneak up and scare me which, after two years of practice, he has admittedly gotten better at. So yesterday he scared me again. Which made me think... well, the following thought. I asked him if he'd ever snuck up and caught me doing something stupid like singing or dancing or, as I know I often do, talking to inanimate objects. His response: "Oh, all the time." Oh. He proceeded to tell me that I was usually dancing, and that I thought aloud quite a bit as well. I remembered very well that he will never let me live down a Britney Spears song he heard me belting out one evening. This all probably wouldn't be quite so embarrassing if I knew exactly what he'd seen and heard in the past two years. And what he will see and hear in the future. Although I'm not so sure I'd want to know. Well, I must be off, so until then kids.... don't let the goat get the cheese.