La la la la laaa la la la laa.
I usually don't post pics but me thinks maybe I should start. And why oh why does sitting around that damn table just not get old? Sad to see you return Jonah.
In lieu:
La Belle Epoche yeilds a new chair
Photoshoot: karate in the park
There was a little child. And his name was Naz.
Stop buying chocolate croissants
The toothpick!
El Matador with a speaker bag is rad. Now we just need a speaker purse.
Must not go into the dark room and now you owe me, bizatch.
Do laundry on a Monday nite
Evan. (shaking head)
Maybe I have to have you
It's fun to have things to look forward to. Big things are fun but the little ones are cool too. Some days it's the arrival of a new Vanity Fair in my mailbox. Or the subtle thud of a pitcher of beer being placed in front of me. Or the smell of really good italian food that you're going to have to wait an hour or more for but just know it will be worth it when you actually get a table and sit down. Sometimes I just really look forward to sitting my ass on the couch for a good 4 hour E! update on Melanie Griffith and Antonio Banderas.
I miss one little big thing that I used to really really look forward to. I miss Howard Stern. I miss his babble about strippers at Scores that were ugly, about Baba Booey's buck teeth, about swinging with John Stamos and Rebecca Romijn-Stamos, about his own small penis size and other inadequacies in bed. I miss hearing things like: "It's ok for a man to commit adultery if his wife is ugly." I miss it when when Richard Simmons brought some fat friends with him and Howard kept tempting them with potatoe chips suspended by a fishing line. I miss his sketch about black people who looked white when he held up various photos: "Now, Lena Horne . . . she look white! Colin Powell--he look white, too! Michael Jackson? He REALLY look white! But guess what? Patrick Swayze . . he really black!"
I love that he never jumped the shark.
Damn satellite radio, maybe I have to have you.
It's good to know the priorities are in order
Even though the first day of Spring is today or tomorrow this past Sunday was a day that felt like the first day of summer. It was sunny and warm and you just wanted to take your shoes off, open some white wine and chill.
So that is what we did. But first we recapped earlier parts of the day.
Me: What'd you do today?
Her: I smoked a joint and then walked to Starbucks and drank a quadruple grande latte.
Me: Holy shit.
Her: What?
Me: I don't know how you can do that. Four shots gives me the shakes and makes me sweat.
Diary of Indignities
I would like to put myself up for adoption. To
this family. Because there IS no better way to celebrate the birth of baby jesus than with jello shots. Right?
I know what my Mom is getting for Christmas.
