Tonight has been weird.

I'm getting drunk on butterscotch Schnapps and talking to Lindsay. She wants a link to Ian's blog. Might be the drink, but I suspect it's because she thinks it's mine.

Hah. I like the irony of this.

See, this blog is listed under my real name, etc. etc. etc. I've never had a blog before, I don't see a reason to hide who I am when I do. All someone needs to do is look.


I won't tell her about it. If she finds it, power to her, but frankly, I don't think I've written anything interesting enough to bother to read yet.

Just the typical shit. Cheers to ya anyway.