"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."



One would think, being unemployed and entirely useless as of late, I'd have carved out a little time to post. Here's a perfunctory go at it.

I locked myself out of my car twice this week. Here's a tip, single keys don't like to hang around in the pockets of running shorts for very long. Especially when those shorts are running. Duh.

Life has become less hectic in the past two weeks, but no less complicated. I don't know what I was expecting.

One of my favorite people took me to one of their favorite places last night, and I appreciated that. In fact, there wasn't much about last night I didn't appreciate. Except, perhaps, the bridal Mary Kay party. I might have done without that. Once again, I was reminded why most of my friends are male.

Listening to: Viva Voce- Business Casual (in my head)

Almost Done: A Moveable Feast

On the Agenda: La Dolce Vita