So through a friend of a friend of a blog of a friend, I came across this new blog last week - Look At Me. I'm So Important That I Have A Blog. Even the title is great.

Here's a preview:

When I first started noticing Lance Allcock swaggering around the gym, he had a friend with him. His friend was younger with thinning blond hair but equally tall, fit, and nice looking in his own way. Lance was clearly in charge, though. This guy truly was a sidekick, following Lance around wherever he went. I imagined them sitting on the benches in the locker room, tying their shoes before their workout. "Whatta ya think, Lance? Weights today?" He'd look over eagerly at Lance.

"Naw," Lance would reply. "Bikes." And so bikes it would be.

I called Lance's friend "Autofocus."

And:

I am not blaming the woman who cuts my hair. Yelena is mostly very dependable. It’s really probably my fault for growing my hair out and arriving for my first haircut in four months with no ideas. I think I’m reluctant about showing up and saying, "I want to look like _______" because once I went to a drugstore, bought a copy of People, and went to my hairstylist and asked her to cut my hair like Jason Priestly’s. That was hard to admit, but in my defense, I grew up on the far East Side of Indianapolis, which was not at that time – nor has it ever been – a cultural hotbed. Plus, I was fourteen years old. Before you condemn me, I challenge you to get out your freshmen yearbook and take a good long look at yourself.

Now, can we just get beyond the fact that I once had a "Brandon Walsh Phase" and move on?

Darren has only been in operation a little over a week, but I think he'll be around a while. Enjoy.