Angela and I swear that we will never have pets. We hate hair (mainly because I lose enough of my own already) and we don't want to take the time to keep something alive besides ourselves (scary thought if we have kids). Anyway we just moved into a gianourmus house and with it we have adopted some pets. It just so happens that we have a small pond that came with the house and in it are about 5 goldfish and a bunch of other little things that swim... not sure if they are fish. And we also have 2 cats. They just hang out around our house. The one really freaks Angela out because it sits outside our front door where the window goes to the ground--and she'll randomly be walking by and see the cat staring in the window at us.
I love our pets though. Mainly because we could care less if they die, we don't have to take care of them, but they still seem kind of attached to us. It's kind of like being a babysitter where it's cool to hang out with the cute kid but you can leave as soon as thier parents come home. With our pets we can leave anytime!
We've nicknamed the one who stares at Angela "Killer".
I might be sad if Killer dies.
For some reason I have a face that reminds other people of someone they know. When I went to college there was apparently some other guy that looked like me. I never met this guy, but I did meet his friends a lot... them thinking I was him. Weird. 
And then some people at work said I looked like Chris Tomlin.
And finally some others mistook me for Pedro Sanchez the guy in Napolean Dynamite.
