First off let me just note my title is in honor of the fact Scrubs has returned to me. This also sorta illustrates the point I'm trying to make this week. You see today is my 32 birthday. Not that that is a big deal (once you get past 30 it's just a number), but I believe most of us step back and look at our lives on birthdays. What I learned scares me! let me state as I have before that I have a healthy opinion of myself. I'm not arrogant or narcissistic, but I am pretty confident. I've always considered myself to be a guys guy. I like football and beer. I enjoy explosions (but who doesn't). I lift weights and play basketball. I could always go for a good cigar or a comedy (as long as romantic is not associated with the comedy part). I wouldn't trade my Mustang Gt for anything because I get a warm fuzzy feeling when it gets squirrely on the ice (maybe that's just stupid). Oh yeah I was making a point! So any way I'm getting all Manped (m-amped if you need a pronunciation) about myself, when certain thoughts start rolling in. I am a huge Star Wars fan. In fact when I'm sick that's all I want to watch. While we're on the topic of sick, I always revert to like 2 years old. I won't even as for the movies by their full names. I mutter, in a almost dead voice, "Wanna watch Jedi" or "Empire" (I got no love for A New Hope while sick) and Jen has to put them in the DVD player for me. I guess that's not real manly. Oh and don't get me started on video games. I could sit for hours in my gaming chair and kill things or play Madden (that's not bad though). I have all the Wii-cessories (steering wheels, tennis rackets, wireless nunchucks) and all the bluetooth gadgets for the PS3 (like the headset so I can talk to the people I'm playing with online). Um scratch that last thing! I no longer want to admit that! Oh and for those of you that read my first post The Reality of Fiction, the whole rock star-Guitar Hero thing, well all of you will be so excited to know we got World Tour and I got a mic stand so I can now sing and play my plastic guitar at the same time. Ok not as cool as it sounded in my head. Then I realize I've listened to Coheed and Cambria for a month now. I've been trying to figure out the whole storyline. I've even read the comic books to figure it out................................................................................
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