Narcissism I

Little Red Lines

Summer has arrived.

I know, I heard what that little rat said about winter and all. I’m sure for those of you on the East coast it’s true, but for me it’s the furthest from the truth. Even if I adore winter and the rain and snow and everything associated with this glorious time of year, I admit I did miss one thing about summer: barbecues.

Well, it’s seventy degrees out, there’s not a cloud in the sky, and I threw me a barbecue. A dozen burgers (garlic powder, extra virgin olive oil, salt/pepper), some pineapple chicken and a grilled NY steak later and I’m a happy man. And no, I didn’t eat that all alone. I was a bit let down though, my hamburgers came out too well done. A perfect hamburger is pink in the middle, the same goes for any beef. Oh well.

Best thing about California: Summer is year long

Waffles eats a pancake

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My cat sleeping on my bed... what a jerk.

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My friends cat (I promise he's not dead)

Chicken Ramen, Egg, Coffee, Thumbs Up

7 Police Cars busting an idiot outside my apartment