Fantasy Baseball cured my cramped hand!

I shouldn't spend hours of the night working on fantasy baseball shit, but I do.

Worst part is, baseball hasn't been played in three-four months.

So what am I doing? Besides being a lame-ass late-night baseball geek? Nothing, and you know what? I think I'm better off.

I'm not being a creep on facebook anymore. I'm not texting custies drunk. I haven't watched porn in a while. And when I have to scrape my windshield in the morning, I don't cuss so the neighbors hear. When I find out my Corn Pops are already stale after just two days, I won't throw the box against the wall.

That's how much fantasy baseball cheers my ass up.

I guess you can say I'm doing pretty darn good since this whole fantasy baseball thing heated back up. If I keep this up I might even get a couple presents from Santa this year.

But that's a pipedream. We all know he skips the black neighborhoods.

What?!

I'm joking.

Boy, maybe I haven't changed.

What I did while bored today:
Read a pie graph on which parts of the country die from certain types of weather more. We New Englanders die more from snow storms apparently.

And now for the only section everybody reads:
1. If you run over a pothole when you're picking your nose, you will regret it.
2. Similarly, if you're wiping your ass and sneeze, you will also regret that.
3. It's not so creepy that my roomate has a Dwight bobblehead from The Office, but is very creepy that it has a constant bobble, while the Sean Casey bobblehead directly on the side does not.
4. "It is what it is" doesn't fly with me anymore.
5. Looking back on it, Canobie Lake Park was a hell of time back in eighth grade.
6. That stupid bitch at Borders in the mall fought for me and I like that. I take back all I said under my breath.
7. Nobody liked any of the "Mummy" movies. Let's be serious. The Rock was cool, but if there isn't naked chicks in a movie that takes place in the hot desert, I'm really not interested.