By the way

I don't know if I've told all of you (and by 'all of you' I mean I pretend that people other than Julie and Aball read this) that I work in an ice cream shop. A bad-ass ice cream shop.

In three months...

... when I am profoundly overweight, I'll use pictures like this to remind myself of how it happened. This is a sampling of cookies that my co-worker Max brought into work.

Things not in this picture that are also on the table: salt water taffy, homemade cherry pie, and ice cream. Duh.

My houseplants...

are still alive. Surprised? Me too.

Taylor, Laura, and I went to see Damien Jurado tonight at Bottom of the Hill. The show was great, and he played "Ohio," which got us all slightly excited. Just slightly.


Listen to the album version here:
http://songza.com/~2dgsjk

The Gay.com hat

The gift that keeps on giving.

Party Train

Miss Julie has been on the party train lately. I'm a little worried that one night I'm going to find her passed out by the vacuum cleaner, white wine bottles littering the floor around her.

Awwww...

My Mom came to visit me last week.