OK I'm HERE. Not that there is much to say. I work in a bank, I try to write songs and on occasion deplete my already small bank account. Now that we have that out of the way I need to address something that at first seemed somewhat normal but now it is... a bit too strange. Follow me here. Stephen, the one I live with and love unconditionally, has been known to, on occasion, call me a mexican.

"Not that there's anything wrong with that."

My point of this story is that I've come to the conclusion that Stephen only invites people over for one reason. A typical "should we invite people over conversation" goes like this. ME: "So what is so-and-so doing tonight?" STEVE: "I don't know. Why do you want them to come over? I CAN GET CHIPS AND SALSA!" At first I payed no mind as he is, as we all know, a strange character, lovable, but strange nonetheless. OH SIDE BAR. I ask kindly of the well educated readers don't make fun of me. I know I can't spell and my punctuation is sub-par but you catch my drift and we'll leave it at that! So as I was saying, CHIPS AND SALSA has become a sort of obsession of his. If we're going over someone's house, "Maybe I should pick up some CHIPS AND SALSA" "I'm hungry. Do you want chips and salsa?" Coming home from work "Do we need anything from the store? How about some CHIPS AND SALSA" Do you see how strange this is? You have a choice of anything in the super market but NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO it's all about the CHIPS AND SALSA. Just remember this next time you call ME a mexican. And no Steve did not become one through osmosis.