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Tawny says I have until midnight (EST) to blog a new entry.

Melanie, I dedicate this to you:

Reason Why BFFs Are Irreplaceable #586

The last time I had huevos rancheros was when Nadine made them for me as a farewell breakfast before I left for Greece, just last summer. I took this picture to show Tawny then promptly dropped my 3G in it.



Speaking of eats and Tawny (seriously, are they ever two distinct and separate entities?), I got back from Chicago with Karen a few hours ago and just now saw this brilliance posted on my bathroom mirror:



Transcribed:

chew chew,

theres potato casserole in the fridge
and 2 slices of peach if ur hungry

tawny

Awesome.

This week is off to a good start. I can taste it.

24

Good morning, Tawny!

Hello, readers/friends/stalkers, etc.

Friday, I turned the big two-four.



We ate at Clementine’s (literally, ohmydarling.com) for a meal o’ fun. It was a pleasant surprise since I was telling Tawny earlier that day (yes, Tawny, I did make some specifications even though I took a-day-plus-forever to make other, ahem, decisions) that I just wanted a simple, daresay distilled, grub session with her, Irvin and Anna. But no complaints on this end; I was/am-still a happy camper.

Even though I showed up slightly late to my own part-ay (had a prior Chase bank appointment to open up a new account), time waiting was time well spent since I was able to download the MySpace app and figure out how to send Nunz a reply comment via said medium right as Pat and company strolled in to the location.

Speaking of iPhone apps (and serendipitous symbiance), Mello dearest sends me a message in perfect sync with the complete consumption of my on-the-house birthday treat à la mode. Tawny is right. You were there in spirit. How did you know? But then again, I mean, how can anyone not know? For more pictures of said event, go here.

Also, I came back to my apartment where Anna left me a genius card (a staple I have now come to expect and truly anticipate), a gift (I went from zero iPods to three) and a custom baked birthday cake. Ace of Cake, my arse! I choose A-Anna over A-Ace any (birth)day, for sure.

In other news, Tawny, Irvin, Andrew and I went peach pickin’ Saturday afternoon. I guess it was more like Tawny, Irvin and Andrew went to gather fruits while I popped them in my mouth. It was delicious, I assure you, but not the plums. Also, the clouds were pretty. Again, check the Tawn-tawn MySpace for a picture or few.

Alright, it is time to slumber. Being a working man has its downfalls; it has me retreat earl(y/ier).

Or maybe it is just the age.

*EDIT

The fruit pickin’ photos are here (as per usual).

Delicious.

P.S.

Viral marketing? Leave Britney alone, Mello!

*EDIT

Melanie, my love—

I am listening to Rob Dougan’s Clubbed to Death and reading Augusten Burroughs’ Magical Thinking.

It’s wonderful, the combination.

A bit intoxicating, yes. But wonderful, nonetheless. Sensory overload. Just wonderful.

How are you?

I write to you, because I am using your Polaroid as a bookmark.

I thought you should know.

XOXO

LGC & me.

iPhone fun before heading to the dunes...

I am in the process of purging.

Domo-TAWN (どーもくん)

Your turn.

Summertime

I lied.

I feel (a) intrigued and (d) excited. Awesome.

Yesterday, I had a chance to practice being happy for happiness sake.

Today I realize I am happy. People make me happy. But I am not happy because of people.

That is my difference from yesterday and today.

And it is (not was) good.

*EDIT

I theorize that we attend school for nine consecutive month (in America anyway) then go on vacation, because we were structured that way from the very beginning: nine months in the womb—then birth (a similar concept to that which Burroughs writes of in Dry).

Life is a party, no?

Except I was born in six.

So my cycle repeats more frequently.

Please don’t hold it against me.

In other news, I am:

(a) intrigued
(b) concerned
(c) apprehensive
(d) excited
(e) none of the above all of the above

Waiting takes patience, a virtue I hear.