A stranger offered Frank James a $200 donation to a charity of her choice in exchange for cooking a vegetarian dinner for the stranger and a guest.
pretty great!

I turned off the phone, made kick ass burritos, and watched movies.

My friend, who had just returned from being stranded on a desert island, was eating radishes with blue cheese.
“Radishes?” I asked.
“Hell yes”, he said, and after I tried some, I can also report, “hell yes.”
Radishes, I owe you an apology for my vegetable based bigotry. Is that “vegetabigotry?”

a friend made me some yummy food, I celebrated by getting completely wasted.

Ate pizza with my band mate and worked on some songs

hell yes!
I feel like a million bucks, if a million bucks feels completely neurotic, stiff, and cranked up.
Also I went to the gym, meditated, and had an awesome burrito.
i am apparently a fucking hippy.

After the party last night, it was great to meet with some friends this morning to eat yummie breakfast (brussel sprouts scramble!) and do the crossword.
The rest of the day was all doing art.

took the morning off and relaxed in the sun, drinking french-press stumptown and eating yummie breakfast burritos. Later the view of Mt. Hood was amazing. I wished I had my camera, then decided it was good that I didn’t.

Bought a loaf of Dave’s Killer Bread, some avocados, and black beans, had some good talk with a friend, and realized a few things about people. Also, made a plan to start meditating soon.

My friend made me some yummy soup with Dave’s Killer Bread and some French butter that costs $5 a stick. It was sinful.

also, also, also:
got all sweaty at Tittsworth, (though DJ Beyonda blew him out). The good things about this were:

1. Dancing is fun
2. Making new friends is fun
3. Holocene has about the best staff ever. Serio.