Yeah, right.
So, I have no faith whatsoever in my approach to finding a date, meeting people, or whatever, right? In the past, when I have no faith in a proven method of success, I've been told to simply "trust the process". On those rare occasions when I can do just that, it has, in fact, worked out quite well. And, yet, freakishly, I still have problems trusting the damn process. Right, well, I pay a nice man on a regular basis to help with those kinds of issues, so, as I mentioned last night, it's back to the bookstore tonight.

Okay, so here's a two-parter, since everyone is so worried.

WOW!
Okay, so, a lot of people have been telling me "Go use Match.com", but my therapist has been telling me "Go meet people in person". Well, I finally broke his spirit last night and he admited that meeting people via Match.com was better than not meeting people at all. Which meant that he gave me the greenlight to go forth and cast my bread upon the waters, so to speak. Always showing patience and restraint, I waited a full hour after getting home from therapy last night before setting up a profile and uploading pictures.

Look, kids, it's been a brutal week for your Uncle Jim, so we need us some fun.
I won't go into the gorey details, but it seems like anything that didn't go wrong in my life this week either went wrong in someone else's life I know or is about to go wrong, so it's just been a long, damn week. But, today is Friday. The weekend is almost here and you can start your fun early with some of these links.
I dipped into my collection of weird links, and boy have got some doosies, to bring you a little Friday Fun.

It's not what you think.
A friend of mine is a daddy, again. This makes the fourth one. I've offered to explain to him how this process works, but, well, he seems happy with the results, so, I guess there's no need. And, honestly? Seeing a picture of his newest angel? I can see why he'd be happy with that.

Okay, just to clarify last night's post, I'm okay.

I want to smoke.

Yeah, "magic".

"We can rebuild him..."
Okay, so a couple of weeks ago, I totally ruined several of my favorite shirts with an accidental, but shockingly liberal, splash of bleach. Now, I have several trippy, neo-tiedie shirts that are no longer okay to wear to work. So, I'm going to have to get more. And, that got me thinking...

"Do you really read this stuff or just put it out on the coffee table?"

"Who are you? Are you for real? Really for real?"