Good God, Someone's reading this...

It actually kind of frightens me what sort of traffic we're getting here...

Especially because I don't advertise in any form. Well, the people I want to read this, do know where it is and all. Beyond that, who in the hell are you people?

Currently, we're limited in the sense that the stat counter doesn't indicate who or where from our reader base is located. Not to mention of course that some how this has become writing by consensus, or I'm just becoming egomaniacal and created a general "we" in which I continually refer.

Either way, I'm good with it.

On to something a bit more topical, without all the ointment feel.

I could really use a haircut. For those of you, the masses as it we're, who've never met me, the hair back towards the nape of my neck has a vicious habit of growing at twice the normal rate. Therefore, about 3 weeks after I get my hair cut, excluding the week it takes to grow in like i like it, i've got this nice party in the back quasi-mullet. While it serves as sort of a secondary set of love handles for your mother, it does nothing more than bother me during the day. It's almost like a lion's mane, a middle age lion with a balding neck. Nothing like getting the back of your hair neatly stuck in the stitching of your collar, that tender sharp pain as the root of your hair is yanked not so gently from it's folical.

Well, thats the lot from me at the moment, i'm in a mood. I've got a conversation coming my way that i'm not all that interested in having.

-Rys4K

p.s.- Fuck if even I knew what i'm doing...