Get thee to a buggery!
"Jojo lemme tell you somethin’. The worst thing you can do… is mess with someone’s food."
–wife Justine to son Jojo after he tries to snatch some ice cream she has snuck while in the middle of a workout with a personal trainer
"Run’s House"
What is it about coming back to work after a nice long vacation that makes you feel, oh I dunno, a li’l homicidal?
Is it the knowledge that awaiting me will be the stock same pile of work and whiny voicemails to answer?
Is it the thought that I’ll be forced to plug away at four more days of the same until another weekend comes?
The newly discovered hole in my right shoe during my rainy trot to work this morning didn’t help things, but a little ginseng drink or two later, and I’m feeling better, thanks.
I went to Super Soul Sundayz at L’EndUp Sunday, which has replaced Devotion. A gayer crowd and the much more me-appealing vocal, funky, ghetto-type house c/o of my very favorite DJ, David Harness. I’ll still have to check out Devotion, even though it’s several blocks away in a slightly more ghetto-y district of SoMA….what am I saying, the all of SoMa is pretty much ghetto and unsafe. *long inhale* yes…
