Why are my eyes always bigger than my stomach? I just devoured a Schlotzskys small turkey original sandwhich, and by small I mean fit for a king, in less than 5 minutes like a rabid beast. Since we're talking about it, the thing wasn’t even tasty going down. In fact, once fullness ensued, I tried to talk myself out of additional bites but somewhere embedded in my subconscious a voice lingers telling me not to let food go to waste (thanks John and Sue.) I find myself forcing a swallow or two, not without fight by my gag reflex, to get the half chewed up meat and bread down the esophagus to the waiting room, aka the belly, where it’ll inevitably meet it’s doom causing me turmoil later back at work. When will I learn? That’s right, never. I was brainwashed to clean my plate for 18 years. It’s a wonder how I remain in decent shape. Dang, I'm comatose. In that case…

WHIPLASH!

Because it never gets old....



Look at the smirk on that primate’s face. “Crowds”, he says. “Listen dawg, I’ve gots to be out of here by 3 pm, no later, to make my flight to LAX. Sam Ronson is dj’ing the T mobile event tonight and I've got VIP tickets to Hyde. Lets give them one more lap, I throw the hat, and we're out.”


I like how Whip's approach is non-chalant, barely holding on to the rope as if he's done this a time or two before. Are they in a gymnasium?

I've been pensive this week - there is a lot weighing on this girl. Living amongst a fog that I can't seem to escape. I need laughter. Maybe John Lennon had it right all these years and all you really need is love. On the other hand, as Alice in Chains would declare with no room for disagreement, "somethings gotta turn out right"...

'tis the weekend to be jolly, by golly...I need a remedy!

~ J