Maybe I'm Just Paranoid But...

I think that someone is tapping my phone. It hasn't been ringing quite the same lately. Plus, the other night I found a condom wrapper and some used long distance cards in the trash. My phone and I haven't used long distance cards in years!

I just can't win. You struggle for years to find what you think is a good clean line and then something like this happens. This is worse than the time I caught my cell phone vibrating.

Fake Zen Meditation #1

The delicate flower that cares not for the frost on its petals, this is the Buddha!

-Zen Wa

To Make a Point

I didn't know what to write for my first post, but then something happened to me that you might find of interest. I was running some errands and I noticed an exclamation point shopping in the same aisle at the grocery. There aren't a lot of exclamation points that live in my part of town so I took notice.
I didn't think much of it until later at Target when I swear I saw the same exclamation point. By this time I thought it strange, but maybe I was just over thinking things, right? I don't see a lot of exclamation points, I rarely use them, and to be painfully honest, they all kind of look the same to me.
But what sealed the deal was that evening. I'm at the Olive Garden slurping down a bowl of minestrone soup, and in walks the very same exclamation point. I know it was the same one because we exchanged awkward glances as it was being seated.
So why am I sharing? Because I'm a little freaked out that I'm being followed. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but if you wouldn't mind keeping an eye on this blog to be sure I'm okay, I'd appreciate it. I know not ALL exclamation points cause trouble, but in my experience, whenever they show up, things get a little too excited and wild. I mean, come on. We all know that whenever something crazy happens, sure enough there's an exclamation point right up in the middle of things... or... at the end. So keep a watchful eye out for me, will ya?!

yours truly,

Sid