People always think I'm younger than I am. In the past year I've been carded for Rum Raisin pudding and a rated R movie, and also had a waiter ask "Shouldn't you be in school?" during lunch.
I'm married to a girl from Mississippi who has taught me how to say "y'all" and that "barbecue" is a noun. She is talented and hilarious and an unstoppable thumb-wrestler. I have never beaten her, not once.
I own a house. This surprises even me.
I live in North Carolina and I really like it here.. but I still love the Red Sox. Apart from Atlanta, nobody in the South seems to care much about professional baseball... except they all hate the Yankees. So that works out just fine.
I love sweet tea and can't comprehend why it isn't sold north of Virginia. Ha-ha! Sucks for everyone else.
Leah and I have been known to eat corn dogs and ice cream for dinner, then stay up late playing video games and reading comics and watching cartoons. So pretty much all I need is a zipline out to a tree fort and I'll have exactly the life I wanted when I was twelve.
I'm worried about my country. I think George W. Bush is easily the worst president of my lifetime, and possibly the Worst. President. Ever. Much to my surprise, though, my father (who voted for him twice) told me the exact same thing earlier this year. Maybe there's hope for us yet.
I think robots are awesome.
I'm really crappy at myspace, so if I fail to friendificate you or kudo your e-blogosphere or whatever, y'know, don't take it personal. I'm just slow and forgetful about this stuff. Just be all: "dogg, you should totally do this thing." And I will do it, eventually. Because we're pals, right? Right.