Carry along notebook for when I’m feeling geeky… Or artsy, whichever comes first.

Great way to start a fast morning.

"The question isn’t "What are we going to do," the question is "What aren’t we going to do?"

The downside: not buying this shirt.

… As was Mike’s brunch.

Operation Mall was slightly successful. My lunch was ridiculously good…

Followed by Sunday drive back home.

Let me sum up my weekend: Saturday night down the shore. Ink poisoning becomes a possibility via a stamp. No vanilla consumption.


My mini fangs ring (

Where ever you go, there you are.

The smell of freshly cut grass triggered a rush of memories today.

The nostalgia of being little, and wondering what would become of myself has caught up to me in the present day. Even at the age of 29, I am overly imaginative. Most of the stuff I’ve imagined has happened in reality. And some of it I wish had happened… but I guess it’s not too late.

The whiff of summer air that I caught while I was driving in the morning made me think of scenarios I’ve been in with people in assorted places - some of whom are still in my life, some of whom were momentary characters that I’d be more than happy to revisit.

What I got out of my transient thinking was I need to a. probably get more sleep and possibly stop drinking so much sugar and b. get back into the swing of things. When I figure it all out, I’ll let you know.

One thing’s for sure - I’ve got my hairstyle down pat.

Me, circa 1986ish