Okay, so the diary thing is a bit cliche by now. However, there’s a difference this time: This one’s real. So all the bad writing, bad grammar, and general stupidity isn’t the lack of talent.

Actually, I wasn’t going to do this. I wasn’t sure I wanted people to have such a glimpse into my own private life. But in the end, I consented, after having several close friends who’ve chronicled the events in these entries from beginning to end with me tell me they’d pay at least thirty good dollars to read this. So, here it is: My Life, the Sitcom.

Anything you’d like to say can be submitted to me via review or e-mail. My address is cooking_. Because, as you may well know, we all have our days of glory. Too bad mine couldn’t have had laughing tracks. :P

Finally, names, dates and events have been changed to protect the innocent (or in this case, not so innocent). Any resemblance whatsoever to real happenings is probably not coincidental, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take.

Dedicated To: My best friend, of whom without such an entertaining year couldn’t have happened. And my own Zach, who’s still as deranged as ever.