Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.

hi ho hi ho, it's off to work we go

I'm back, and so is the tiniest sprinter. We survived the funeral, had a little brother/sister bonding time, and he has since returned to Portland. Sam, amusingly enough, used his return post to write about the time he pooped in his pants in a restaurant in Las Vegas. I am not kidding. I wish I were, but I'm not.  I have no stories to rival that one.

Instead, dear reader, I was going to tell you about my Halloween costume.... but that's boring.

Seriously, since reading the poop story, I feel that I am unable to compete. The only thing I can offer is this IM string that was waiting for me when I recently returned to my desk:

1:49     tell the truth 1:49     were you ever an exotic dancer? 1:51     silence means yes 1:58     Was your name was wasn't it.

That's all I got. I'll be better, promise.

P.S. The Amp Up Before You Score app was removed from the app store. I'm pretty sure it was because of my post.

one two three four tell me that you love me more

Thoughts while watching Slaughter High