Yes, you read it right - last night, Friday, March 10, 2006, I got engaged to my girlfriend of 6 years.

This is also the reason for the lack of posts this week, I was a bit stressed out. I was trying to figure out when I would asked her dad and when I was going to ask her.

It is kind of surreal. I mean, I said to her, "now you are my fiancée", and that sounded odd coming out of my mouth.

I still don't feel like a grown up.

I thought this was pretty sweet. I have a tracker for my blog. Using google maps it places a point to where each of my visitor's are from.

I didn't realize I was so popular over seas. I'm like the David Hasselhoff of the blog world - I even wear a bathing suit while blogging.

I took the picture below because it looks to be the most visitors I have ever had. You probably stumbled upon my internet home and ran for your life. Or maybe Jesus hates you and he punished you to my site. I don't know.

I do know that I know where you're all from, and if you stop looking at my site I will hunt you down and force you to cook me dinner. Then I will proceed to watch you as you read my newest entry. I swear, I will do it. Do not f*ck with me.

My girlfriend came to my place tonight and said she found this box outside.


I was said "Na'uh." She replied "open it."


I did.


She got me these for no reason. At all. I had emailed a picture of them last Friday asking if she liked them, I was going to get them in a few weeks.


My girlfriend is absolutely awesome. I love her. That is all.

Today, March 6th 2006, I Geoff have received my (1st) yearly raise. Today my fellow fellows I have received a .65 cent an hour raise! Holy, sweet mother of poppa. Today I will reveal what I will purchase with this .65 cents - with no further ado ------------------------> Behold! SWEET REVENGE by Lynsay Sands. I found it on froogle for only .65 cents!

Via wikiquote.org here are some Mitch Hedberg jokes.

"I think Pringles' initial intention was to make tennis balls. But on the day that the rubber was supposed to show up, a big truckload of potatoes arrived. But Pringles was a laid-back company. They said "Fuck it. Cut 'em up!""

He is/was one of my favorites.