Day 2. Whoopdie Doo.

So, it turns out that Day 2 of my blog has not quite inspired me to the apogee of creativity that I had expected it to. I thought to myself, "Well hey, I'll get a blog, write some stuff down, and it'll spark creativity within me." Maybe I expected something amazing a-la-Hollywood or even something exciting like Christmas morning, but the truth is, none of the afore mentioned items have proven to be the case. Instead... I'm still me. I still grow weird hair on my chest, arms, and under my arm pits, and I still owe the banks lots of money (not for the hair, consequently).

But, the possibilities of having a blog excite me, and I can't help but feel the urge to go poo when I think about it. Maybe I am the only person in the world that when I get excited about something, it triggers a weird urge to go poo... It's like I am literally going to crap my pants with excitement. 

There you have it. Day 2. Mike's so excited to go poo. Whoopdie Doo.