i've been busy. it's going to get worse.

i'll be cooking a total of 50 meals next week, and just thinking about it is making me feel ill.

i smell like a grown up. my hair conditioner is very expensive.

i am still 5 years old.

kitties.

shitty cell service.

crazy drunk anecdote.

that oughta rustle up some traffic.

Meh.

I'm somehow following my own blog. I don't know how that happens. I hate the internet.

(just kidding, Internet! don't ever leave me!)

I'm working on some slide shows for your viewing pleasure. Hopefully, I'll get them up soon.

(if the Internet cooperates.)

strategy

...so this is how this is going to work: i will obsess about this until my head is about to blow up.

...and then i will drink calimochos until i stop being precious, and post something stupid like this.

but if the point of all of this is to get over myself, i suppose it has to start somewhere.

and now, to play the cure until everything feels good.

New Beginnings

My iPhone died a few weeks ago. I picked up a cheap loaner phone from my cell provider, to tide me over until the 4g comes out. It was then that I realized that I'd never actually owned a cell phone before, only so-called smart phones.

I'm taking a lot of do-overs these days, so it makes perfect sense to get in the old time machine and learn how to retro-text.

Following that logic, I've decided to start blogging. Yes, I am arriving late (and drunk) to the party. Shut it.

I like to think I'm being thorough. I'm gonna live the shit out of my life.

Or something.