I WANT A DAMN BICYCLE.

It's a great feeling to come home to a full fridge. Stocked with pizza, mousse, apple cider and vanilla-caramel coffee creamer. I can't wait to wake up tomorrow. Nothing but dreams of iced-coffee until then. After my morning consumption, I'll be doing lots of walking in Downtown Brooklyn, handing out resumes to whatever decent bakeries I spot. ( Read more... )

Thinking about a lot. I'm sitting around listening to music in Brittney's living room, and the smell of leftover wine is making me nauseous. Looking out the window, I wish it were snowing.

The feeling of certainty.

To simply let go.

Meh. Hot dog eating contest on Tuesday. And then food coma.

Silly.

Why do I bother?

Why don't you?

1.More Akira Ifukube music than I ever imagined to own, ever. (The consequence of this was insomnia, cramped fingers, blood-shoot eyes, severe bed cramps, and a full bladder that I unfortunately did not empty out for 3 hours from sheer excitement and desire to find moar ( Read more... )

My pillow needs to grow a Chris chest so I may sleep better.

Today is one the most beautiful days we've had in a while.

I never noticed, but I think the middle finger on my right hand is crooked.

Fifth cup of coffee with a plan to have a 6th one in a few hours.

I'm pretty sure my middle finger is crooked.

Oh wells.