Cinnamon is not a mint!

... be the life of the party and search out the common man's bash. That way, you know you're the most famous person there, because common people aren't famous.

I decided today, of all days, is going to be the day I create a detailed plan as to how I am going to get rich. Well, it didn't work out, as I resolved nothing, and probably lost money in the process. I didn't really lose money, unless you consider that instead of enjoying free time after work, I picked up a second job. Well, I might just do that, we'll have to see.

Under good advisement from a friend of mine, I decided that I am going to start looking for casting calls for movies or television shows. I figure, I have no experience, no acting history, no education in the arts, and no musical talent, so what do I have to lose? I mean, other than dignity and stuff like that, there's nothing but good that can come of it. So, I am going to try it. I am naturally the greatest person in the world (amazingly, I have yet to be listed as one of the modern marvels of the world, but I think they're just trying to not make others feel bad). A panel of producers, directors, and casting people would be absolutly inSANE to not include me in their latest and greatest endeavors. So, let me know if you hear of anything, because this bun is baked and ready to be sold to someone who is in need of a bun for some reason, which may include eating a hotdog, making it hot and crossed, or just really liking the smell of fresh baked buns. I don't know where I was going with it, but I'm sure it makes some sense if you put it all together and repeat it 7 or 8 times.

On my way home from work today, I ran over some roadkill that was unavoidable because someone blew it up with a stick of dynomite. It was scattered everywhere. I hope it wasn't a baby, because that would be sad. It would also be a little disturbing if I ran over a baby thinking it was just a dead animal.

I wrote a poem recently about my dog Zach eating people's faces. He doesn't really eat faces, and he hardly ever viciously attacks people, but he is the coolest dog in the world. If any ladies out there are looking for a man, one who's neutered and still looks tough, let me know and I'll give you his two-way. I'm still stuck in Verizon, and my dog has Nextel? That sucks.

Here's a new poem, only for those who read my blog (which will not be called a "hemplo", because "blog" sounds stupid. I don't know if hemplo is a real word, in any language, but it sounds better. Anyway, on to the poem which I am about to write in under 2 minutes...

New York is sometimes great.
However, winter is something I do hate.
It's miserable and freezing cold.
New York winters are getting old.

I put on a thousand layers to stay warm.
The extra thousand pounds creates bad form.
My back starts to hurt lots.
I think it also causes blood clots.

I can no longer feel my left side.
I think my two big toes have both died.
My ear fell off and my nose is missing.
It's not even satisfying to be pissing.

This continues until I'm about dead.
Spring comes along and I regain my head.
I replace every single missing part.
I even get steady blood pressure in my heart.

My toes are now revived.
I can't believe that I survived.
I don't know if it was worth the wait.
But, New York is sometimes great.

Thank you, the end!