working from home and was upstairs here at my computer - sitting in the same nightshirt that i slept in last night (it was snowing on and off today - no way that i was going out) and i hear a knock knock knock at the door (jackass doesn't see the doorbell button and i barely heard this rapping)
had to find jeans to throw on and i didn't look at my face or hair til afterward (frightening.)
my Cowboy Mouth tickets arrived! woo! crazy ups guy. cute crazy ups guy.
march 27th, baby! woo!
hmmm... should i go loopy and order a ham and pineapple pizza? haven't had one in 8 years and for some reason having a craving... no... not that kind of craving. then again, maybe i'll just order a cheesesteak from parkway pizza... or should i do chinese? nah, then i have to pick it up. rice king is the only chinese food place around here that i trust - and they know they are the best around so folks drive miles out of their way to go there to pick stuff up... small hole in the wall - no delivery... not like the city - which i miss a lot, mainly when i want delivery. here there's only pizza and pick-up chinese.
how the hell did i start yapping about food?
hell, let's tie it all together - my stalker from the other night, he's in louisiana this week... told him to check out cafe giovanni when he's in new orleans, went there back in 1999 when i went with fat matt to the jazz festival... it was fancypants, but fantastic.
anyway - did i mention my tickets arrived!?
woo!
