Sometimes you just crave Chinese food. Like tonight. I keep thinking of Kung Pao, Mu Shu, green tea, and fortune cookies. Mmmmmmmm.
As I arose from my cafe table outside of Starbucks, a strange man said "I've come to take your place. Central Casting has sent me."
Only in LA.
Bumper sticker of the day: "David Palmer for President". No kidding.
There is a mysterious pile of confetti in the hallway. Hmmmm.
There is a mysterious pile of little brown things next to Mr. B's bed. Hmmmm.
Can you possibly guess what this might be?
A hint: Some people smoke it in their cigarettes, others put it in their rice. I personally like mine poached with pears first thing in the morning.
From today's LA Times:
UCLA's Neurpsychiatric Insitute has determined that we have a serious public health concern in this country: "Ours is a gluttonous society constipated by its own excesses". (Gross!)
Also, "Most couples speak to one another for only 12 minutes a day. It's only 6 minutes if one partner has to repeat themselves because the other wasn't listening". (familiar?)
Fortunately, there is a very simple solution offered: "It's a matter of people making their own choices instead of lettling Madison Avenue do it".
