I Have No Idea What I'm Doing.

the Elvis donut: peanut butter glazed donut topped with bananas and bacon. find more deadly delights at thisiswhyyourefat.com . and if someone could explain to me why, say, drinking alcoholic beverages between the ages of 18 and 21 and smoking marijuana are illegal, but feeding this sort of shit to your children is not, that'd be EXCELLENT.

me and em went outside to meet sully and take a walk down to Food World to make a beer run... this turned into a trip to Pathmark, followed by a quest for Taco Bell that accidentally took us to Manhattan. this quickly turned into an impromptu visit to my pal Sean who works over at Max Brenner way down on 9th and 2nd, but due to OVERWHELMING volume inside said establishment, we opted out and went over to Mamouns Falafel for some cheap eats. en route back to the car (because yes, we found a spot. woo hoo!), we scoped Chocoman again, only to see it was still full to the brim. got back in the car...and now we're back. 2+ hours later. no big deal. happy friday night.

scars from friday the 13th. going back for part deux soon...and parts trois and quatre, hopefully. it most certainly didnt hurt a fraction as much as the pussyboys at the shop said it would. its that good ol' inherant child-bearing pain tolerance, gets me through every time.

not much to report. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARASIL! WOO! deuce deuce. its ok, even though two plus two is four, two divided by two is one, and one is odd, therefore making your twenty-second year totally acceptable. i have absolutely nothing of importance to say. here is a photo me and loseph took together today: he's terrible at taking photos with me. one day i'll get a good one.

SNOOOWWW DAAAYYY!!!!!