I think America is smiling knowing that our economy is growing stronger and that Beyonce fell down some stairs while ringing the alarm.

I think it's important to note that this is my 100th blog entry. Yes, there are actually 99 unimportant, random, confusing, and what I would often call "amusing, yet riveting" entries on this site. And this marks the 100th.

Maybe you should take a trip down memory lane and tell me what your most favorite entries are. Actually, try to narrow it down to just one.

I know...I'm asking a lot with the "only 1!" part, but at least try.

Oh yeah...this thing.

I haven't forgotten. I'm just a typical writer--sometimes in the mood. Sometimes not.

Yes, I referred to myself as a writer. Please do not laugh. I've had careers with that very word in the title.

And I'm running with it.

Let me know if you still read this bullshit. I have some alien stories that may or may not be publish-able.

I hesitate because, in reality, I don't want to piss off any aliens.

Whenever I watch movies that involve monsters, aliens, or anything else non-human, I always feel that I could potentially save my life by befriending the murderous, rampaging creature.

"Please don't kill me...you're just misunderstood. I get it. Friends?"

Although I tend to have mild rejection anxiety, so it's really not the best approach ever.

But then again my hide is on the line.