I've thought I might die on a bike. I wonder what the critic was thinking about before he got splattered. I hope it was a movie he liked.


I planned on visisting this weekend, but I've since decided otherwise. No me. I've got to get off this barber shop by the end of the month, so I need to clean and pack, and start bidding my farewells to the Bloomingtonites. I'll be with my Springfield Beavers soon.

I met a girl named beaver. First name, Lindsay. She's a flirtatious little scamp with a skunk hair cut.