my buddy pass tickets from Southwest (youarenowfreetomoveaboutthecountry-go south!) were shoved under my door when i woke up...
which means i will soon be doing this:
listening to Pat Green, Carry On, driving a truck around dirt roads with a (diet???) dr. pepper
Eating Chuy's, the best tex-mex ever and bbq where it was meant to be had
And going to 6th street for music and crazy people
And taking pictures of the place I love best
Being with the people I love best...
Yesterday I was pondering the meaning of life after buying a crock pot. (hello fall cooking, where have you been all my life? remember when we used to date?) mostly the meaning of ... can you ever really know a person? could you possibly spend all your life (or just hours or days or 22 days) with somebody and then learn later that they aren't even near to the person you thought they were? these are the questions that 5 quarts of steel and plastic provoke.
i can't get enough of CJane's blog... like these...
cause i love mugging. and i love that this was written by a man...
cause last night i looked through all my photobooth pictures and laughed.
also, i really want a puppy... one like this: