I've been off the Rockstars for almost five days now. Boy. It's rough. As a result, I'm lacking that creative energy to come up with anything mildly entertaining to write about, so please bear with me. Everything in this post is as random as random gets.

First and foremost, did you hear that both Halle Berry and Soleil Moon Frye gave birth to baby girls?! Awesome, but get this... Punky's daughter's -- yes, DAUGHTER'S -- name is Jagger Joseph Blue Goldberg. Is it just me or is that a boy's name??? Talk about picking a name and sticking with it! I'd rather be named Punky. For the curious, Halle's daughter's name is Nahla Ariela. Wonder if she's going to try for a Simba... har har har. Sorry, I had to. Ha!

For the remainder of this post, I've stolen a "meme" from Marjie:
(After returning to blogging after several years, I've discovered I'm a little "out of the loop". I seriously had to look up "meme". For my not-so-webby friends who read along just to amuse me, a "meme" is basically an email forward... via blog. I guess? Haha.)

The rule: Fill and Forward

I AM....
an extremely compassionate and loving person
who, due to highly sensitive defense mechanisms,
pretends I am really proud, angry, and flat-out "mean".

I WANT...
to buy Facebook stock. I think that they will be soon
blowing MySpace out of the water. (see news article)

I WISH...
I didn't miss "SB". (Yes, it's true. DAMMIT.)

I HATE...
when people neither say what they mean nor
mean what they say. I don't have time or
energy for that! HELLO.

I FEAR...
snakes. Yeah, I know... not very original.
Still true!

I HAVE...
to remember to send an email of appreciation
to all the pastors I know.

I SEARCH...
for all the things I know God will give me once
I stop searching. Total Virgo.

I WONDER....
if "Doc" is THE one.

I REGRET...
shutting EyesOfMine.com down just because
she couldn't handle the truth. Uhh... who the
heck was she to me?!

I LOVE...
families that love God. (This one is dedicated
to the Wongs in memory of their loving husband
and father, Edmond)

I ALWAYS...
cry when I watch Armageddon. I'm a true Daddy's
Girl who falls to tears every time Bruce Willis and
Liv Tyler are saying their goodbyes. And I'm not
talking small tears, folks.

I AM NOT...
afraid of commitment. Really. I just don't feel
anyone's worthy right now.

I DANCE...
with no shame and have many pictures to
prove it.

I SING...
in my car while wearing my earpiece so other
people on the road will think I'm on the phone...
and I wonder how many of them know the truth.

I CRY...
mostly because I'm ticked off.

I WRITE...
exactly as I speak. Trust me, if I were to tell you
face-to-face every story that I post on this blog,
there is an 85% chance I would do it verbatim.

I WON...
a bike when I was in Kindergarten. The bike was
three times my size, but I was so proud that I wanted
to show it off. Being the loving brother that he is,
Fred used to ride me to school, ride back home
alone, come back after school alone, and ride me
home. Oh yeah, and it had rainbows, ribbons, and
a basket. Where was the camera when I needed it?!

I AM CONFUSED...
as to why American Idol decided to let the
contestants butcher Beatles classics for a
second week in a row. Sorry, not an Idol-hater,
just a big Beatles fan.

I NEED...
to respond to Cindy's email.
Miss you, Cin.

I SHOULD...
figure out what I'm bringing to the family
Easter BBQ on Sunday. Hmm... what am
I craving???

THE LAST THOUGHT I GO TO SLEEP WITH IS...
him.