(actually not true because i already got a free beer for mentioning tranquila bar in a previous post...nah, nah, nah!)
this would tend to vindicate the judgement pronounced upon me by the lovely people who ran the orphanage i grew up in. i hope they can see this through the smoke and flames in that place they now call home. i look forward to seeing them again when it's time. i just hope they don't let the fire go out. a good barbecue needs a really hot fire.
i love things like this, though. the little reminders that life throws you every now and then that you're really just a human being after all.
and the timing, as usual, is perfect.
i've been telling myself lately that i'm pretty special in all kinds of ways. (i won't bother you with the gory details because, at the moment, they're rather embarassing)
the good news is, having a worthless blog means i don't have all that much to live up to. i can wallow in mediocrity and still not lose a step.
suddenly i don't feel so bad for not shaving today. i can cook my beer dogs (which are, unlike the scribblings of my blog, internationally famous, thank you very much) for the dive shop tonight and feel absolutely no shame.
i am exactly who and what i'm supposed to be.