I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time. I'll give it right back to you one of these days.

Usually a summer driving song, but shuffle has been good to me lately. 

Unless you count last night's Emmure fiasco, then no. Fail on you, shuffle. 

meanwhile at the Fair

Jet burner looks like it's sipping grease from the can. 

hi. 

:o

Tapatío down!

Oh, fuck!

*sigh.

Goddamnit.

Where’s the mop?

it's only just Monday morning, but we all know it's still Sunday evening.

sounds like: the Long Time, Wrong Time with Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings (soon at 9:30 Club!), Jimmy Edgar turning me inside and out, and Battle Tapes' Sweatshop Boys making me want to fight crime or dance against walls (hell, maybe both) and, if y'all haven't realized this by now - baby, I'm Good For You. Mr. Hudson, you can be good for me anytime.

tastes like: Pink cupcakes and Prosecco at Vivi's birthday, an abundance of green tea amid a sea of sick and surly chefs, and comfort food duck wonton soup in frigid-ass January. I slept in full long johns and a hoodie last night. That's how cold it is. I constantly crave soup. 

feels like: Accomplishment of today's list, though mundane and tedious, I really do like doing the everyday type things. Tonight I sleep on freshly-laundered sheets and watch the new episode of The Following. It's probably sad over how happy that just made me. Side note, iTunes is on shuffle and Emmure's death metal guttoral screaming just scared the hell out of me. That's what you get when you get a Henna Tattoo That Says Forever. 

smells like: Jasmine perfume. I haven't worn it in awhile for various reasons, mainly because it was in a tote bag I stopped using, partly because the olfaction keeps triggering memories that cause me to want things I can't have. 

Photo from last Thursday at Izakaya Seki/Daikaya for a ramen date with Monica & Russell to celebrate his new position at Jack Rose. So so so happy for him. 

Supermaaaaannnnnnn!

Phil Jones. Too good. 

Peter Lee: I can't believe you said floozy in 2014.
me: What? I like the word floozy.
Peter Lee: I love it. Sometimes I pretend Jane Austen is speaking to me in our chat window. It's amazing how much funnier and sharper you become when you're mad.

Forget rose petals, I’m going to hire someone to throw ice melt when I walk, King Jaffe Joffer style.

I chuckled about that caption for a good five minutes after I posted it. If you ever see me chuckling at my phone, 98% of the time it's not because someone has said something funny to me, it's me laughing at my own wit. 

Hey, at least I amuse myself. 

I played my cards and I didn't fold.

Benavidez: If I was to need a logo designed..
me: Go on.
Benavidez: Would I be a stupid-ass mofo to go to anyone else but you?
me: Yes, especially now that you've told me about it.