I'm back. And I hate to say it, no, wait; wait I don't, this particular blog happens to look like all kinds of ass when you browse the internet with IE. I just happen to be a FireFox user for life so if you would like to see it in all its glory jump on the bandwagon. If not, then have fun squinting or just never reading my blog again. I'm just not user friendly.

Onto more interesting topics: Ben Cates. What I fail to understand these days is Ben. Recently he bought a weights set so that he can start bulking up for hot babes. This purchase was spurred on by Bens lack of a computer. I guess if you're going to not be chatting online all day with hot babes, doing a few bench presses is the next best thing. This, however, isn't what puzzles me. Ben Cates lacks common sense. Period. Ben is saving for a car. His first one. This, while a good idea, is going to turn into a mess. Don't get me wrong. Ben needs his own car. After he gets a car he can move out which I do hope is one of Ben's goals in life. But Ben's thoughts on what type of car he might like aren't practical at all. AT ALL. They started out well. He wanted a car. A real car. Something small that would get good gas mileage. I should have known that stroke of genius wouldn't last. Now he wants to buy my Dad's truck from him and trade it in for a Chevy Tahoe. While my father owns a Chevy Silverado, Ben doesn't need either. Bens running a little slim on friends or you know, a wife and children to take around in a Tahoe which I pretty much believe is the only reason to own a vehicle that large. He doesn't own a boat, he doesn't haul around heavy machinery and for fucks sake you can have sex in the back of a lot of smaller cars. Chels and I have common sense. Sure, we aren't always the smartest girls when it comes to boys but what girls are? Ben, though he shares the same mother and father, same common genes really got screwed here. Ben might be able to spell, but I wouldn't trade him any day for that. 0 comments