Well, well, well...

I don't know what the fuck I'm doing or why I'm doing it, but here I am. I've never really kept a journal, except in 1994 when I decided the year sucked so badly I was going to make a record of every event that was actually cool that year. At this moment in time, I don't recall whether or not I got laid that year, though I think I may have. Actually, now that I really think about it, I did. I know because I'd made a note of the fact that I've had sex (with another person) at least once every year since 1992 (which was the first time). This still holds true today.

Hm. Far be it from me to not re-enforce the stereotype that all I think/talk about is sex. Is it possible for a person to become a cliche?

Ah well, fuck it. Time for a little Nintendo before bed, since it's too late to watch "The Mexican"...