Copycat.

Every day something funny happens--at least one funny thing. I was trying to think of a good story to tell about today, and there was not one. The only funny story is that my fiancee, Mr. Bir Toujour, had such bad gas that I thought he pooped his pants. I kicked him out of the room because the smell was so terrible that I could not concentrate. His farts smelled like vomit mixed with baby poo. That's an awful feeling, to have such bad gas. Usually I am the top dog in the stinky raspberry department, but tonight Mr. Bir Toujour took the cake. The cake of stink.

I got this blog because my friend Bryan has one. I always forget to read his blog, even though he's one of my best friends and we hardly get to see each other anymore. I figure that if I have a blog, maybe I'll remeber to read his, too.

It bugs me when websites don't get updated. The website of the company I work for is such a case. Part of my job is to write promotional material for the company, but I have no control over the website. This makes it difficult to update the site and therefore do my job correctly. So I suppose this blog is also my own way to have control of something. I can update this whenever I want. Possibly I will with a bit of frequency, as I don't want this to be a messy room of a blog. We'll see.