Misanthropic Cognac and Benevolent Gunshots

Sitting in a park in Paris, France, Reading the news and it all looks bad

So this morning I woke up and bopped around a little and then mowed my entire lawn. It was the first time I had used our big mower and needless to say, my hands are not thanking me for that particular experience. I have to say that lawn mowing is surprisingly meditative for me, I mean, as meditative as I can possibly get which isn’t very meditative at all.  Listening to Julieta Vanegas and Juanes and Girltalk all the while watching as I slowly but surely obliterate(too strong a word?) the extra length of the grass stalks. It’s quite gratifying really.

My brother came home, I suppose for a while as he basically brought all of his stuff. He has really strange fish. One of them is gigantic and I don’t like the way it looks at me. That fucker better watch its back or I am going to make it into fish sticks.

My dad and I are leaving for California in about a half hour. FML. I totally have no desire to go. Whatever it’ll be nice to have actual food for a while.