I was bored today so I went through Friendster and looked for people I knew. I admit, Friendster is pretty cool, but I'm not going to pay for it if they start charging. I don't like how bossy they are, telling me how many friends I have. Although it was pretty sad when it said on my screen when I just signed up "You have 0 friends." Thanks Friendster for making me feel like a loser. I think I have 40 now.

This has got to be the worst baseball playoffs ever, in the history of baseball. I'd rather watch the ancient Egyptians play baseball than these guys (didn't the Egyptians invent baseball?). I hate the Marlins for beating the Giants, I hate the Cubs because of Dusty Baker and Sammy "Corky Romano" Sosa, I hate Boston because Pedro and Manny Ramirez think they are baseball gods, and I hate the Yankees because that team bought every baseball player in the world.

Today I was looking at the Christmas cards I found while going through stuff at the church building last week. When I opened up the cards, all of them had the signature "Dexter" written on the inside. What a waste! Why the heck did Dexter sign all the cards, then leave them at the building for a loser like me to find. At least the envelopes are still good. So this year if you receive a Christmas card from me, it'll be signed by Dexter.

Johnson says he wants to put me on his website. I could use the extra money from advertising. Selling things on eBay isn't cutting it for me.

Selina started her very own Xanga site. I'll put up a link later. But if you're really desperate to read, go to Trainhoboken's Xanga and find her on his links on the left column. SHould be the one on top.

I can't wait until Thanksgiving. This year we're going to have a Thanksgiving fellowship instead of Skit Night. That should be fun. Three Thanksgivings ago I got sick and had to spend it in bed. That was horrible. Maybe this year me and Dave will cook Thanksgiving dinner. It can't be that hard. All we need is canned yams, canned cranberry sauce, canned corn, and canned mashed potatoes. Then all we'd have to look for is a canned turkey.