Yawn.

When people yawn, they make the ugliest faces. It's like yawing turns us into ugly-face contortionists, stretching our facial proportions to inhuman limits...

I was thinking about this because I'm pretty sure I had my picture taken last night while I was mid-yawn. I hope I look at least as good as J-Lo.

Bacon

As someone who eats healthily and tries to consume as nutritious food as possible, I have to say, I frigging love bacon. I think bacon makes every kind of food better. I've never had a bacon desert but you know what, if one existed, I bet it would be awesome.

Eighties music is good.

I like eighties music.

When I was a kid, my dad always listened to what I considered "oldies." And now, here I am, listening to the modern child's equivalent of oldies.

How apropos.

Yawn

I think I'm generally pretty witty. But what I've discovered is that my wit, and personality in general, is contextual. When I'm around someone funny, I think I'm funny. When I'm around someone smart, I think I act smart, etc. etc..

I would prefer to write wittier blog posts, like Gary, Bobby and Jasmine - but that just doesnt seem to happen.

I think I'm too serious on the inside.

The Folkfest (thus far...)

Bobby and I arrived at 6:45pm. The folkfest starts at 6. The lineup to get in snaked around the block several times, down another block, across the street, and back up again. We didn't get in until 8pm and the reason we got in at 8 is because a security guard redeemed our tickets cause someone figured the lineup was absurdly long and something needed to be done about it. Otherwise I'm sure it would have been 8:30.

Other than the long line everything was cool. It's the funnest four days of the year and I'm really glad that Gary's there this year. It will be awesome.

The only other thing I have to complain about is the douche that sat behind us as we watched the main stage. You see, our fold up chairs are totally folkfest standard (we bought them there) but the guy behind Bobby was complaining that our chairs were too high. I think he was just mad that we weren't on our tarp for most of the night and then showed up at the end.

He's a jerk.

Despite my complaints I look forward to the rest of the weekend. Martha Wainwright is my hero. Hawksley Workman sucks.

Food TV

All of my friends know that the only TV channel I watch is the Food Network. It's really lame, but it's what I like. I watch a lot of Iron Chef (I'm not pretentious - I don't say I only like the Japanese version... I actually prefer the American one. They don't use as weird of ingredients) but I really like the regular hosts.

In my head, I've invented fictitious relationships with the hosts - I'm on a first name basis with them. I feel like Paula should be the aunt I occasionally visit. She'd overstuff me with rich (somewhat absurdly rich) food and tell me I'm too thin. Rachel would be the irritating sibling I love but don't like to be around - except at Christmas. Giada would be the slutty woman across the hall and Bobby Flay would be the intimidating boss I don't have.

God I'm lame.

Inspiring Quotes from Friends

"If you get tanked, you should go home and watch the Annie Lennox DVD.

Sometimes when I'm drunk - I do.

And I cry."

-Anonymous