Published writer, compulsive reader, Old School Whovian, Match Game enthusiast, NKOTB fan, data hoarder, and - surprisingly, given that list - married with four kids. Welcome to my take on life, fatherhood, entertainment, and whatever strikes my fancy. Enjoy!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Someone rifled through my car last night, which I don't understand at all. It's pretty damn obvious there's nothing there of any value, besides the car itself (and the nekked pic of me I hang from the mirror. Oddly, they left that in place. No accounting for taste). I would have appreciated it if they'd closed my door tho', rather than drain my battery.
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