Tonight, I celebrate, for today marks the end of my 100 days off Facebook experiment.

In December, I was going through a lot in my life, and really didn’t need the noise that Facebook was providing... especially the stuff that makes it less fun than it was when it was all college students. The activism, the pity parties, the baby pictures, the videos (any video).

I decided I didn’t need any of it. So, I quit.

I quit with the intent of staying away for ninety days. Somewhere around halfway, I figured that if I can avoid it for ninety, I can surely do a hundred.

The first week was surreal. It almost felt like something was missing in my life. Like a friend... but not necessarily a friend that you spend a lot of time with. Maybe an acquaintance you’re fond of.

Then the occasional random texts started appearing: how did you miss this event? you didn’t know I’m single? happy birthday.

And the: is everything ok?

Now, I question how strongly I want to rejoin. Overall, I think it was a good cleanse that everyone should do now and then. While I don’t miss the drama nor the videos, there are a few Facebook friends I miss.

Maybe a few that Mr. Kite misses too.

So, today I’ll be logging back in, knowing that the next break will be for 180 days (or 200?).

We’ll see how it goes. It has been a peaceful 100 days, 7 hours & 5 minutes.

What i'm listening to:

Follow Me Down
The Pretty Reckless
Going to Hell

This morning I awoke from a dream in which I was talking with a group of girls about names for parts of our bodies.

In the dream, I referred to my penis as Mr. Kite. This grabbed the attention of both Beatles fans and non-Beatles fans alike.

I explained to one girl who looked puzzled that Mr. Kite was capable of taking her to heights she’d never before imagined.

Now that I’m awake, it seems like a pretty solid conversation piece.

So, join me tonight, where Mr. K will perform “his tricks without a sound.”

What i'm listening to:

Being for the Benefit...
The Beatles
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely ...

Today, I received an email that caused me to do a double-take. The email was for a newsletter and contained a list of topics the newsletter covered... including how to “Fire Proof Your Prom,” which gave me a chuckle. Maybe it shouldn’t have.

I guess I didn’t realize that was a thing... outside of the mind of Stephen King and the minds of anyone who’s read the book or seen the movies.

Now I’m curious... is this a statistic? And should I feel ashamed that an unsolicited piece of email inspired me to write about it? And to click through?

I haven’t clicked through yet, but I’m afraid I must...

What i'm listening to:

Gypsy
Fleetwood Mac
Mirage