I woke up to a downpour, the music of the rain blaring through the open window over my head. I love spring rain.

A deluge of water rushed across the parking lot at me like a little river and I strolled through it towards the Jeep making no effort to stay dry. It’s just as well, because I left my window open a crack and arrived to find my drivers seat soaked. By the time I hit the coffee shop 10 minutes later it looked a bit like I might have wet myself. Which, of course, only adds to my air of mystery.

The shades of green that mark spring and summer are abundant, the air is fresh, the wind is dancing through the city, the thunder and lightning are a perfect accent. Instead of the usual chorus of birds, there is an intermittent call from one to another as if to say “I’ll be there in a minute, wait for it to let up a bit”.

Hopefully the sky falling won’t toast Codie’s ride. As for me, I don’t really need it to be dry until my Breast Cancer 5k next weekend. Until then it will soothe, calm and provide an excuse to chill out and read in my favorite chair with the windows stretched open wide.

Driving on GA400 is like playing Tetris. In a car. At high speed. It amuses me.

Oh my sweet, silly, naive, love hungry babies. What am I going to do with you? As a result of talking with a friend of mine about his 11 month relationship that recently soured, I have two things I’d like to say about the strange and special ways men and women set and communicate expectations, and where each gender tends to leave voids or basically behave like idiots.

An open letter to the ladies -
Don’t hide who you really are or what you really want – from life, from the world, from a relationship. If you can’t find the way towards it on your own, don’t look for it from a man. If you’re on your way and a man helps along the way, be kind and patient.

An open letter to the men -
Don’t hide who you really are or what you really want – from life, from the world, from a relationship. Find out what she wants, and help her get it – but don’t loose sight of your own needs. If she’s not worth the effort, walk away. She’s not the one.

Why are these concepts so difficult to grasp? C’mon people, get with the program, you’re wearing me out.

This coffee tastes like shit.

When at a bar or dinner with friends there are a few games I like to play. One of them is “Spot the Match.com Couple”. I can’t remember who introduced me to this one, but it sure is good.

Monday night at McCray’s the mark was easy enough to find, it was the girl with her ass crack hanging out of her jeans who confessed to David and Tony about the situation. They made the most of it by buying her drinks/shots throughout the night and making certian she was toasted enough to enjoy the “date”.

I put my Carmex on by sticking my lips – not my fingers – in the jar. When it gets too low for my beak to reach in and touch wax, I turn the jar upside-down on the dash of the Jeep for an afternoon in the sun and let it melt. When it cools back down to room temperature it’s as good as new.

I’m exhausted, I’m running late and I have nothing for you other than I think that bratty little kid needed to be scared by the likes of the po-po and the handcuffs. Clearly her parents aren’t doing their job.

Steve-O and I are going skydiving soon if anyone wants to join us.

Last week I got a call from NY asking if I’d consider a position there replacing an elevated peer I’ve worked with for the past 3 years. An awesome post and one I’d have snapped up 3 months ago, our lives shift too rapidly and I had to let it pass. Flattering none the less.

Seen: last night at The NHP.

Leonard with giant sunglasses he yanked off some random chick at the bar he was flirting with – note his own glasses on under them. Scott strikes a gangsta pose, but isn’t entirely threatening. Steve and I show off our nostril flaring abilities following a facial contortion competition. I won. It was the Spock brow and the ear wiggling that threw me over the top.