A white blank page, and a swelling rage

Hello lovers. Im not going to talk about the doodles. I will let the doodles speak for themselves today. I think they shout out pretty loudly. What was I thinking about today? Thats right intrepid readers: facial hair. We got 'staches and beards coming out the wazoo. I not only drew them in class, I also drew them at work (if its still up check the tip jar at Sweetwaters to see more of my wonderful mustachioed work). And guess what? If I was a man than I would be rocking something similar to the over-sexed man pictured above.

Of course he's over sexed. He has a sexy-ass mustache!

Lets move on from this overly stimulating topic of conversation.

Im listening to This American Life right now, #401 Parent Trap, and one story was just about a mom trapping two people into going to a brunch they didn't want to go to by lying to each of them saying that the other person wanted to go to a brunch. And then they found out talking to each other that both of them did not want to be there. And this reminded me of my grandma Tutu.

My cousin Sarah and I were in Chautauqua a long time ago, but we were not hanging out, even though we were in the same place. Which apparently Tutu did not like. She resolved this problem by calling me and telling me that Sarah really wanted to see a film called "The bread my sweet" and would I go with her? She apparently said the same thing to Sarah.

The movie was the worst thing ever. Never see it. Don't even look it up. I have already wasted more of my life than I should have thinking about this film in the writing of this.

So after the film we were complaining about it and realized that we had been tricked by our sweet librarian grandmother into hanging out.

The moral of the story? Don't ever trust your grandma. Moral # 2: Don't ever see a film called "The Bread my Sweet". Just dont do it.
I was in Toronto a couple of weeks ago and saw the group Mumford & Sons preform in a smaller venue. Besides from being the most sweaty musical group I have ever had the pleasure of watching preform, they were also the most grounded and amusing. The lead singer at one point said something along the lines of "you know when you see all these people here your start to think 'Ive got so many things to say, so much to give' and really I don't" He was about to spout some wisdom, and checked himself.

Which made me love him.

Im feeling a little like that in the writing of this thing. Yeah I've got stuff to say. But its anyones guess how interesting what Im writing ACTUALLY is. I have no clue. Im clouded by the assumption that everything I do is pretty awesome.