Punk'd!!

I consider myself a smart guy and I don't usually fall for pranks. However, I got punk'd big time a few minutes ago - by my mom.

I opened my apartment door and my mom had this scary look on her face. She kept saying that there was a man at the door, but I didn't recall seeing anyone in the hall when I stepped off the elevator. Still, she kept insisting - heck, pleading - that I make the man in the hall go away.

Honestly, I thought it was a temporary episode of insanity - but no, mom was convinced of this man in the hall, and I was eventually convinced that she was going insane by way of Satan. Despite my insistences of there being no one in the hall, the situation escalated. After putting my things down and taking off my shoes, I eventually motioned over to the phone to (presumably) call 911, but she swiftly moved towards it, preventing me from doing so. I even tried to get my dinner from the oven, but she wouldn't even let me do that!

Honestly, I was scared crapless at this point. I asked if she remembered who I was, and she replied in the negative. Her insanity was growing worse and worse (or so I thought) and I decided that I had enough. I grabbed my cell phone, put on my house loafers, ran like hell towards the stairs and made my way to the ground floor, panting all the while.

After a minute or two, I came back upstairs - but mom wasn't there. She came back after me and explained everything. She was doing a school project on mental illness and was required to get somebody's reaction to her facade of insanity.

I hope she's happy, because I just gave her enough reaction for two projects...

Now That We're Here...

They say the third time's the charm, and I hope that proves true with me. I've previously launched and shut down two blogs, so either this one will be viable or I'll kill this one and start a fourth.

To make a long story short, I go by the name of Tsar Kasim at this blog (say it as one word); I'm a 29-year-old single young'un living in Toronto. At this point, my life has fallen into a rut characterized by waking up, eating, working (or looking for work), sleeping, going to church, and pining after women I can't have. Fun times, I tell you...

The title doesn't really refer to what the blog is about, but rather, is my attempt at being clever. I juggled other titles like "Hot Flash Memory," "Spork In The Road" and "Diary Of A Virginal Sex Machine." For one reason or another, they wouldn't work in the long run. Besides, for the last one, I'd eventually have to drop the "virginal" part of it. ;-)

And what is this blog about? Me. My adventures, my thoughts, my ramblings. Simple, no?