It’s been both a good and bad weekend.

So there was a light day of work on Friday, so I’ve been making up for it this weekend. Not so exciting, and I really hate SNPs right now. I was going to go buy the Hot Fuzz soundtrack at a local music store, but I waited until right before I had to be somewhere, so I ran to target to see if they had it. Of course target’s cd collection is pretty much nonexistent, and so I figured that’s what I got for attempting to not support local businesses. Oh no, my punishment was in the parking lot. Apparently the person in the car next to me didn’t like my car. I have a dent in my driver’s side door about a foot tall. I even partially popped it out just opening the handle. I’ve already had to deal with something like this on the other side a few years ago, and it was just expensive. This time I’m not messing with it. I’ll just deal with the dent. It matches all the other tiny dings. People suck. At least with this dent I can still roll down my window unlike last time.

And I was going to now post about the good part of the weekend in which Mark and I went to see 9, which was pretty good although the end was kind of dumb. Then we went to the saucer and had dinner and some beers. I had a really good time. However, today I found out that he lied to me about his age. I found him on facebook, and his date of birth was September 5, 1972. So that makes him 37. His profile on match said he was 31. I texted him to ask about it, and he said his friend made his profile on match, he’s actually 36, and he should have changed it a long time ago and he wasn’t trying to lie and blah blah blah. I would have been fine with that if it were true. I double checked my math, and he was in fact 37. So I ask him again and he admitted to me that he was in fact 37. So this time he knowingly lied to me (if you believe him about his other crap) and it was about one whole year. Why even bother. So, that’s the end of Mark. I’m thinking I should start chronicling my dating adventures from match.

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