What'll I Do? Nat King Cole

I'm a little heartbroken today. Less heartbroken than yesterday, but more than I shall be tomorrow. Hopefully math will do the math thing and there shall be a day, exponentially far on the calendar horizon, when I shall not be heartbroken at all. Hopefully I shall arrive there soon. Otherwise the weather continues charming.

printf 'Hello World'

Why hello blog. It's a day after my birthday and I'm feeling both disastrous and rapturous as a result. This entire week I've spent in a kind of free-fall gluttony, and it's been most excellent.

I've noticed that it's difficult to write from places of delight and happiness. I'm sure I'll return to the cold melancholy soon. It is winter, after all.

'nuff said (woof)

nevermore

Man, everybody is making it in the movies.

in the hands of

I was driving this morning to work, contemplating the reduction in my circumstances. At the stoplight governing our entrance to the freeway, I noticed a car with this legend upon it:

R ANGER OVER

Our anger over? I considered what this could mean.

happy birthday to the suavest motherfucker ever

Ever since I quit (forever?) Facebook, I do miss have having a daily log of what I'm eating. I could do the same thing here on this goofy blog, I suppose; but that's oh so much more effort. But shouldn't things you love take effort?

Eating this took effort.



I was eating this because it was this suave motherfucker's 23rd birthday.



His name's Lovie. And we love him.



Happy Birthday, you suave motherfuck!

my favorite iPhone app

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