first, i realized that chips do not reheat well. then i realized that alfredo also doesn't reheat well. and fuck knows why, but lastly, i realized that this is a poor breakfast option.



don't tell mike, but i totally sit on the back of his couch all the time.

i was at jupiter house with pop-mike and travis the other night when some dude backed into a parking space ((which is ridiculous because it is angled street parking on a one-way)) in a pick-up truck with the bed filled with the most random red-neck shit like waterskis, fans ((both ceiling and oscilating)), unmatching lawn chairs, a dolly ((for moving everything, obviously)), it was great. an old crazy cowboyesque guy steps out of the truck and while walking into jupiter mutters, "fuck the police". i giggled. later he came out singing sunday bloody sunday.

wow.

my camera was in my car a half block away. how upsetting.



these are sarah's balls. yes, i noticed that it is in a dog dish. no, i do not know why. ask sarah.

saw balls of fury. very funny, but still not that great.

comedian ron white sounds exactly like my crazy uncle chuck. voice inflections. personality. mannerisms. nailed it. i'm still in awe.

also, travis isn't in jail. good job.