Greetings and salutations.

Something is amiss on planet earth as through a series of unforeseeable events, I have somehow become one of those “insanely busy” people. I got a great new job in Reyk, and then the semester is about to wrap up so all that end of the year coursework (that I should have spent the last 3 months doing) is now raining down upon me like locusts. All I need now are some friends not chained down by men and/or babies to occupy my one or two hours a week that are still open and I will truly begin to feel important. Also, as usual I have some inane plans on the drawing board about going to the gym. Granted those plans have been there since the dawn of time.

My lovelife (cough) is as exciting as ever, with my total amount of new prospects having skyrocketed up to 0. Luckily, I have both mormonism and my impending morbid obesity to blame for my lack of suitors. Although, even those are beginning to wear thin. Luckily, the stars are as ever looking out for my romantic welfare. Just look at the latest bulletin from the department of cosmic revelations (courtesy of Yahoo!)

In romance, as in sword fighting, a little bit of daring goes a long way. Add a mask and a cape and you're halfway to where you want to be! Touche

Well, thanks. That’s about as clear as the Hudson river. Touche indeed.

So what you mean is, if I start wearing a mask and a cape I’ll get a date? I suppose it’s worth a shot.

Although, why do I get the eerie feeling that a mask and a cape will get me a date with someone like this?


Ooh la la! Beam me up, Hottie...