Eat Mangos

...refrigerated. One day, on my way to class, I passed by a refrigerator just chillin' in someone's driveway. It stayed in the exact same spot for a few days until it disappeared. I guess whoever it was finally figured out that the amount of money you save on energy bills really doesn't cover the amount of your food that inevitably gets eaten by other people.

...borrowed. As is this beautiful Daisy Rock Venus guitar, which L.B.* has so kindly loaned me to play in the upcoming FWA production of Stephen Schwartz's Godspell*. Which you should all come see, by the way.

...never as good the morning after. After a party at my friend J Lag's* T.H., Hester (who did not attend said party), decided to fall asleep on my costume, which as you can sort of see was purple, sequined...and cost one cent at Wet Seal.

(It's okay cat, I felt exactly the same way.)

...demos. This is the first thing I recorded on a fancy-shmancy mic I've been saving up for since forever. Mmmm...it's like holding your first-born child. (I may be exaggerating.)

...dinners with friends. Especially friends who listen to Pergolesi with you in the car. And let you illicitly take a sip of their (margaritas) kid-friendly drinks.

...non-dairy creamers...

...that contain milk. Genius! This from our hotel room in Boston.

...probably illegal. This also from our hotel room in Boston. (Christine, if you ever read this, that is Cosmo, salt, and sleepytime tea. We swear! Sort of).

...in the Harvard Memorial Church. Well, we were looking for the bathroom.

...cats with a fashion posse. Hester was rockin the popped collar in blue,

...and then...

...techno music stations that you only get in San Francisco? B* told me to take a picture of this. It's his religion or something.

...priceless. My neighbors really give back in this poor economy. Way to go, guys, way to go.