ever tasted milk just before it was about to turn? i just ate a whole bowl of cereal swimming in the stuff. before you pass judgment on me, there was just a slight funk-taste to it -- not bad. maybe i just hate wasting food, maybe i'm just frugal, call it what you will... i think it was the combination of hunger and laziness that sparked my apathy. but you know what? amazingly enough, it still tasted better than the kowloon dairy.
sometimes matt will email me during the day and ask how things are going at home. well, let's see... we've got the dog, the infant, the mexican housekeeper and me, the big dumb gringo: four living, breathing beings under one roof, not one of us able to effectively communicate with another (running gunther through his bag of tricks is sometimes the most adult conversation i have all day). yep, everything's ship-shape.
when i get bored, i turn to cutting. my hair. and lately i've got nothing but time. somebody stop me. i hacked off some thick bangs last week, and i'm already hating my hasty snip job. so my new fringe, coupled with my brittle split-ends, makes me look like i shoved my head in a blender, then in an oven... oh wait...
anybody want a copy of my summer oh eight music mix? it has served me well, so i thought i'd share the love. drop a comment, and i'll have gunther sniff a name out of a hat or something.