Robin Longfellow

Does anyone know when this town theater project is going to be? I've been thinking about going home for Thanksgiving. I haven't seen my family in a while and I might even take a trip to NYC to do my Christmas Shopping. For those who have been keeping up with my health I have been fully replenished and hydrated to the max. No more evil food draining my body and no more mutant flu.

You'd think that the life of a reporter would be endlessly entertaining but I'm so bored. I think I might get a dog just so I'll have a reason to get out of the house and do something. Halloween was fun, handing out candy. I dressed up as Santa and that confused a lot of the children. My house got egged. If I really was Santa I would give those children (I hope they were children) a lump of coal for Christmas. Cleaning up egg is sort of disgusting, just an FYI.

McGuiness! I've caught your bad luck! As the kids say these days FML. I ate some bad sushi and had food poisoning, a two day event. Afraid of the outside world I cook at home. Not fish. I made chicken and I get salmonella. Fearing for my life now, once I can tolerate solids I decide to go for a vegetarian meal. Again, I don't go out I cook at home. What happens? I get sick from the vegetables. Both ends all night. I've lost 15lbs over the last week. Changing things up I order some Chinese...I'm afraid of food now. And now, ladies and gentlemen, I have the flu.

In conclusion fuck my life.

History of the facial hair

Week one:

1. Itchy
2. Jokes at the office
3. Officer thought I was homeless


Week two:

1. Not one but 2 children thought I was their father
2. My sex appeal has raised because I have numbers from 4 women.
3. I look good

Week Three:

I now can experiment with scruff.

Contemplating facial hair. My coworkers have been lucky enough to see the start of it a few times. I think if I grow a mustache and a chin sort of thing I'll look like, as the kids say, a douche-bag. What do you all think?

Official Poll:

Facial Hair?

y/n?


P.S.

Dear Chalkers,

Please stop writing about your problems online you're going to put me out of a job. Let's face it, your lives are much more interesting than the ice-cream shop downtown getting A New Flavor.

That is all.

I am now under the great impression by way of proof that Dick Cheney is in fact not human but is in fact a cyborg. http://www.wcbs880.com/pages/7706221.php

[Private]
As things go I have been hiding from the women of my past. I don’t know how any woman deals with me. I’m a child.

Blocked from Erica and Cassie

I think I dodged a bullet losing her number. A drunken mistake. She was much more friendly and charming when she was drunk. Now she's vicious and psychotic. Why is it that women always act one way to get a man and then turn around and show their true colors when there's the slightest of hiccups in the road? I've never had luck with women. The closest I came to having some sort of happy relationship in the romantic sense was one that my daughter didn't like. Is it impossible to find one woman who isn't going to rip my throat out for being human? I refuses to believe that all women are vein and self indulgent. I guess I'll be knocking the bars off my list of places to meet women. Apparently the irrational and hypocritical ones go there.

I just don't understand. She claims indifference to the situation and then comes rolling down my throat with female fits of rage (ie passive aggressive) for not bending over backwards to get in contact with her. I met her once, briefly, drunkenly. She wasn't the stars in the eyes home run girl that I'm going to crawl on my hands and knees for just to see her again. Is it wrong to assume that if you give a woman your number she'd take initiative and call? Did I fall into the 1950's where it's the job of the man to do everything? I make one mistake. I lost her number. One mistake and didn't go the distance for this stranger and she's at me like I've done a great dishonesty to her.

I suppose it was for the best then. I certainly don't need a bipolar woman to look after.

*edits
Note to women. Don't write your number on a guy's hand. It will come off.

Maybe I should make a personal ad:

Sanity welcomed.

( Well, since my baby left me, I found a new place to dwell. Its down at the end of lonely street at heartbreak hotel )