Oh, again.

Again, eating healthy just got crapped all over. I visited my esteemed colleague Mordicai last night, which commenced an evening of
#1 chicken chile verde burrito
#2 a "scotchmallow" egg
#3 gin, tonic, etc.

That was last night, of course, but the trend continued today, when I ate half a glazed donut and a quarter of the remaining half of the burrito. The last quarter of said burrito, and the half of that donut were pawned off on co-workers, with presumably higher metabolisms.

I mean, that's all well and good; I ruled at the gym! Ruled!

I'm having a moment or two of writer's and artist's block presently. That's why I'm dicking off here on blogger.

Who says blogs have to be full of interesting insight, or celebrity gossip?


Robot <3 Yew.

I sold this guy's brother not too long ago, and just discovered this one's still in my possession.

He's still for sale, y'all!

And for only $15. Whadda deal!


7 Has Always Been My Lucky Number.

(I only ever said that because my birthday's got 3 7s. 7+7+7 = 21, and so I expected 21 to be a much luckier year than it actually turned out to be. But I was adopted on the 27th, so I decided 27 would be a lucky year too, to make up for 21! I moved to NYC. That seems lucky. I mean, you know, so far.)