Things You May Not Know About Blogagaard

I like the idea that dozens of people I've never even met read this blog for whatever reason. I also like the idea that people I know read this blog, with or without tellling me, and sort of spy on me from afar and form really strong opions of my character. Frankly, it turns me on. I'm going to be a public writer someday, hopefully, and I've got work on getting that skin thick and letting shit fly. Even the idea of getting in trouble, say losing a job or freaking out a relative, doesn't bother me much. I guess I'm a blog badass. Or maybe I just love trouble as much as I love peace. Trouble is what propels fiction, isn't it? No one ever wrote a book about what a nice even keel day some dude had and how much they gently enjoyed their job and went home to their nice smiley family and everyone went to sleep after they all brushed their teeth The End.

So, in an effort to really spill my soul further to the World Wide Web, I give you some things you may not know about Blogagaard:

I speed up when I see a ped yammering on a cell phone in the street.
I run a 4.3 forty-yard dash and can bench 350.
I once hooked my own eyelid as a child while casting a fishing pole.
I had my throat slightly cut at a dance club in Norwich, England.
I want to shake Dick Chenney's hand to see if I'll really catch on fire.
I worked as a child assassin during the Persion Gulf War.
I was once invloved in a menage-a-trois with two very different body pillows.
I own a working Atari 2400 with around 40 games.
I spent three months on the American Arm Wrestling circuit in 2002.
I've spent the last 6 months on the library hold list for Brokeback Mountain.
I competed in a triathalon when I was 17 and finished third to last.
I vote Lorgian every time.
I was struck by lightning during a Little League Baseball game in 1988.

That's all for now. I don't want to blow y'alls minds too much.