they're everywhere.

While searching for my blog today, Nick stumbled upon my old website.

What can I say? I'm well-rounded.

Shalom.

Frontin' on Debra

Debra and I just agree on everything.

take it downtown

A few nights ago, during the Suns vs. Lakers game, a commercial for the KFC Double Down Chicken sandwich came on. After it finished, W* and I looked at each other and confessed our mad desire to at least try it. We should have listened to A*, who immediately pronounced it the sickest thing she’d ever seen.

Today was the day of fulfillment. Sure, I enjoy a little grease fest every once in a while. I never thought I’d say no to fried chicken and bacon (mmm, bacon). But KFC’s marketing crew was spot on for this one: it did make me unhungry. Plastic cheese, stringy bacon glued between two slabs of cardiac arrest-chicken…



540 calories. They have to be lying about that number.

These photos were on the first bite, when we were still excited about it:













So...next?

dance tutorials

I was born the year I should have been in my prime.

Two of these (one, two, three) songs use the word 'bacon.'

Bring it home.
(Ahem, jean on jean.)

do the hustle

I ordered a new phone today. My only requirements going into the process were that it had to be free and have a good battery life. The first was definitely achieved and the reviews are promising for the second.

So I spent lunch e-mailing myself all the photos that I just can't live without. Take a look at some of the goods:

Here's looking at you, kid.





You give me the strength to succeed.







Frank- you were the first and the best.








A house on stilts, overlooking the edge of Nantucket Island. I covet.









The first drive.








It's almost hard to determine the real from the fake.








You tasted so good.







PYT







The latest and greatest addition. Memo to myself to superimpose my face on this.