¡Hola y Adiós, Señor Rodriguez!

¡Hola! Sr. Rodriguez. I've been thinking about him lately. In a most innocent way, of course. I remember a time in which I didn't like him. I found him conceited and annoying. That little booger was the vain of my existence. That was when in middle school, however. I remember him and I getting into an argument sitting at the same table at lunch. Those were the days.

Sure Am Gonna Miss You

"It's over" I muttered to myself. The caps flew and the arms hugged. Thirteen years of hard work was now behind me and I have so much to look forward.

A two weeks later...

I was lying in bed, watching "Monk." The series has come to end. During the last few minutes of the episode, we see a montage of the past seven years. A Randy Newman song is playing over the video. It gets to me a little while I stare the television in front of me. I snort.

Impressing HoJoKo

I found it. By George, I've found it! It's a little bit old, but I found the sum-bitch. There might be a little cross-dressing involved, but it's the 21st Century. We're very tolerant, right?

I'll go hang out in front of The Archenemy's house. When I see him, I'll drive up and be like, "So... is this what you expected? I bet your sweet ass it wasn't." I'll be clad in women's clothing: a dress; high heels; wigs. But I digress. Keep on reading, mother...