Nov 212002
Life is funny sometimes. Funny like getting chicken pox when you’re 29. Just when I was getting over my cold, I got these weird little blemishes on my face and chest. The little bastards soon had a colony over my entire body, complete with strip malls and a couple Starbucks. But I’ve got them on the run now. Unfortunately, I can’t shave, so I’m starting to look like the Unabomber’s kid brother.
I’m BORED, Dear Reader! So send e-mail with suggestions on how to amuse myself until I can leave my apartment.
Peace,
Mark
