just a day

So yeah, the laptop actually came for my birthday because I'm a spoiled brat and all that. But did it increase my posting? No. Because I am lazy. Also, the only baby pictures I have are fetal (NOT MINE!) and so I cannot compete with Megger or Anners. However, I can compete with Sars.
Dig this, yo:

Piazza San Marco, Venice.

I've sent y'all the link though, right? Need anymore Italy photos, just email me.

Need more pics of my mundane life?

Here:

Even the pigeons agree: Chicago Is Cold.

Also? If I ever get famous and die, I hope someone creates an eternal-flame-type of memorial for me, and the pigeons regularly warm their tailfeathers near it. It would be the best remembrance of me ever.

Anyway. I got some crap news today, so I'm going to stop my moping about on the couch in my bathrobe reading sad memoirs (on that, my official stance: Suck It, James Frey. You Are a Hack.) and go shower and drink up with amusing people. (Not at the same time. HA)

Fall

last night I took the back roads to my parents' house. Forget yoga, meditation, tranquilizers, therapy, or liquor. There's nothing more relaxing and mind-settling than a long drive through the cornfields with the windows down and the lyrics "found myself face down in the ditch, booze in my hair, blood on my lips, picture of you holding a picture of me in the pocket of my blue jeans" ringing in your ears.
the world smelled like soybeans and burning leaves and I've not felt that good in weeks.