Someone told me, “you express your feel­ings with hon­esty and can­dor, a bit like you are undress­ing your­self in a crowded shop­ping mall”.

I’M ON TO YOU, DEMPSTERS.

There’s a bread com­pany con­spir­acy where they always put an odd num­ber of slices in the pack so you can’t make a sand­wich with the last one

Ah-ah-ah-AH-TREYU

Office mate just gave me a beau­ti­ful European designer shirt! So nice! And it fits!!

An exhaust­ing Tai Chi class has left parts of my body shak­ing. I’m prob­a­bly doing some­thing wrong, but at least I’ll sleep well tonight.

Taking an ice cream and Buffalo ’66 break. This is going to be good.

They’re putting me on the road today. At least it’ll be a chance to lis­ten to the new music I got from Trolley.

Playing one-on-one Taboo def­i­nitely requires an hon­our sys­tem to make sure you’re giv­ing your oppo­nent the best clues.

Bronwen and I had a hug-off against each other. We won.

There is now at least one other per­son (that I know of) with the same tat­too as me (in con­cept, at least): http://tinyurl.com/mxdyrk

District 9 was fuck­ing amazing.

I love it when peo­ple have dreams about me where I’m even more styl­ish in them than in real life.

Starburst exotic trop­i­cal fruit can­dies are filled with heroin. I will be main­lin­ing these lit­tle blocks soon.

I’ve dis­cov­ered the point of strong anti-aliasing: when you’re reversing-out text but the type­face has no weight between roman and bold.