Ah, Well.

Was sittin at Starbucks last night sipping on my mocha choca lave we must we must we must increase our bust latte vente cinno and I started watching two of the workers behind the counter. One a tall skinnier-than skinny girl, maybe 19, the other an everyman 18 year old boy with that constant, vacuous look only a teenage boy can have. Each incredibly awkward, gawky, all nervous smiles and bumping into things. I was so jealous. At my age, unless you walk into a room and completely own it with your confidence and self-assurance due to your having the most money in the world and having invented the computer, you're a complete loser who repels women by the sackful. One whiff of awkwardness, someone comes out from a closet and blows your fcking brains out to great applause. But these kids, they were allowed to be normally awkward, each trying to smile coolly at the other. Everyone in the room could tell he was desperatley thinking "whatdoisaywhatdoisaywhatdoisaydidiputondeoderantwhatdoisay???!!?!?!" including the girl, but nobody minded. The girl was terrified at how much she towered over him. But they kinda liked each other and didn't mind or notcie the awkwardness. Very sweet. And more real than the blowhard that storms in braying like a donkey that we all applaud and are being told to emulate. ah well

Also yesterday I found some pictures of my college girlfriend, which I hadn't seen in a decade. Luckily the pictures reveal she was even more beautiful than I remember. Great. JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUST great. Beautiful, funny, kind, fun, ridiculously devoted to me, and of course I decide to start thinking "...hmmm, maybe I can do better...."

Had Lee's Fried Chicken here in Richmond. Unbelievably good. Incredible. Best I've had in years - only rival to Bojangles. Unreal. Much like our cashier, who I'm pretty sure is the biggest person in the world.

I don't care about the Oscars. I'm not a film guy, I could give a shit about actors, much less a 78-hour production put on to pat themselves on the back. But I must say. Forrest Whitackler's speech, best I ever seen at one of these things. Emotional, forceful, amazing, all without stooping to the usual "for my dead grandmother blah blah blah" we always see. Was spellbound, if he had called me up I would've crashed through the wall for him.

After 3 days of batting her titties at me, the bartender round the corner I'm madly in love with finally dropped the "B" word. Boyfriend. And since he thinks I'm still a little cocky about learning how to read before the age of 15, God decided to pile on: unlike the last 935 girls I've met who upon mentioning their boyfriend spend the next 20 minutes ranting about what a jerk/dickhead he is and how shabbily they are treated by said paramour, my girl's face lights up and she starts telling me that she wants to surprise her fellah with Cubs tickets. At Wrigley. arrrrrrghhhhhhh! But I see a sliver of opportunity - she says they're driving. "I dunno," I shake my head "that's a LOOONG drive..." "No, it'll be great!" she says "we'll find a way to entertain ourselves." Game over, don't put in another quarter, please turn gay. Ah well.