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Since I appreciate myself so much and will deny myself no pleasures [except for a) Krispy Kreme donuts; b) wild, frivolous spending; and c) personal sanity] I watched About A Boy last night. It is my favorite movie by several orders of magnitude; nothing ever has come close to matching my enjoyment of a viewing of About A Boy. After a chai latté, no other event could have properly completed my night.
Where has turbinado sugar been all my life? It is sad to say, but I was often deprived of great foods in my childhood (perhaps, rather, I preferred the same foods). After a successful trip to the Easy Chair for some C++ work, I splurged for Kroger brand Rice Cakes, Cinnamon Crunch style. So good. Honestly. Really good. I’ve always loved rice cakes but never seemed to eat them…or have them.. being eaten…by me. If only they were an integral part to my younger years. Maybe if espresso, Wheat Thins, carrots, curry, and Boca burgers had also been regularly present throughout my wonder years, maybe then would I have turned out all right. Until time reverts its ignorances, let The Boys of Summer play on.
I bought the Moonlight Mile soundtrack for $5. It is very good. Also, I discovered Shapiro. They are a local band. Locally from somewhere; I haven’t discovered from where though. VA/MD area…region. About, I suppose. But good, somewhat piano-driven rock. At least one of their songs is.
Meh. I’m supposed to be doing homework…