Livin' Like a Family of One: The Watchmen

If we started like this:

"Lucas, Lucas bo-Bucas
Banana fana fo-fucas..."

Would you say:
"...me my mo Mucas--LUCAS!"

Or:
"...fe fy mo Mucas-LUCAS!"

Or neither? It's not bugging me at all, so don't pummel your brain in order to respond to me. But do think about it. You might realize there's a lot you don't know about yourself.

Lots of things drive you to question what you would do in a given situation. And I think hypothetical "What Would YOU Do?"s are pretty bullshit. I know what my answer would be, and I like to think I'd live by 'em, but when it comes face-to-face with the hot breath of temptation and morality, all the songs sounds different. I recently did the right thing despite what the less-right thing had to offer only to be largely put upon as a result. It made me think "Well shit, I shoulda just done the wrong thing." But that's the natural response. Maybe I'm just being tested. Maybe Big Brother is gauging how I deal with being put upon to see if I'm all talk or if I've got the yarbles to man up and accept my lashings. Or maybe it's just all coincidence and I'm too sensitive (but nothing is coincidence (I don't actually believe that (yes I do))).

Er, no I don't. Listen to Kissing & the Hiccups.

Melissa gave me a small tupperware full of egg rolls she had made. It was enough to last a human being with will-power and an appreciation for tasty foods perhaps two or three days. Being who I am, I all but knocked her down as I yanked them from her hands, ran to my apartment and ate every last one of them in a shade under 5 minutes, all the while thinking quite out loud "This is why I can't have nice things." It was sad, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

I wonder if I'll stay here another year...

My brother Mateo sent me a care-package today including (but not limited to) the following:

-curry powder
-a AAA watch
-sweater vests
-quinoa
-oatmeal

If I can eat it or wear it, please send it. And with that, I'm done. You're welcome, Earth.

Forever Yours,
-LS^2