Boy, boy, crazy boy. Stay cool.

So I was talking to Ella, as I am wont to do, and she was all: are you still updating your blog? And I was all, no, I'm pretty busy.

Up to do this point the conversation was going okay - I would give it a B+, if only for it's pleasing percentage of "me" content. But then Ella started crying, and everything changed for the worse. She had collapsed in on herself, as if despair was working a slow implosion on her troubled form. After some verbal prodding and more tactile prompting in the form of me poking her with a tree branch I found nearby, she revealed the source of her distress and my discomfort:

THE ONLY REASON I LIVE IS TO READ YOUR AMAZING BLOG!

What? I said. I couldn't hear her, even though she was screaming, because I am an ear cripple. Her volume only served to distort the content of her speech as it passed through the waxy funhouse that is my half a set of functional ear machines.

She repeated what she had said, and this time I understood. But I was still somewhat confused. Doesn't Jesse still post to his blog, I wanted to know?

IT'S SHIT. JESSE'S BLOG - IT'S TOTAL SHIT!

Aw, Ella, it can't be that bad.

IT'S LIKE READING ABOUT SOMEBODY BEING FORCED TO CHEW GLASS, AND THEN AT THE END OF EACH ENTRY YOU REALIZE THAT IT'S - and here she sobbed - IT'S YOU WHO'S CHEWING ON GLASS. IT'S SUCH UTTER SHIT.

Wow. I didn't realize things were that bad. In Jesse's blog.

In any case, I have to go now and try out a new West Sid Story drinking game. The schnapps I'll be playing with is Luftwaffe approved. Skoal.