i walk past the computer.

it calls out to me.

"Come, Sit down. Type."

and then like some tremendous magnetic pull, i am helplessly sucked into the computer chair where i begin frantically typing. and then i lost interest and decided to sit on the porch and read the paper.

30 minutes later.....

terrell owens is a dallas cowboy. we have sold our soul to the devil in exchange for the hopes of a super bowl.

it's a good trade-off.

i don't believe in the devil and terrell owens catches touchdowns.

i'm going to the mall to buy a t.o. cowboys uniform.

gotta get some street cred.


just win baby,

scott