The Last Weekend in April

Last weekend we went down to San Clemente and had a birthday/going away party for Casey and Maili. So, naturally, we all rode our bikes around town and got hammered. We were also raising money for Casey who will be participating in the AIDS ride where he will ride his bike from San Francisco to Los Angeles at the end of May. It was fun and sad and involved a headache the next morning but it was totally worth it. Good times for sure.

Dancing Fire Snake Action

It's a Dry Heat

This is Tim's House

The Coachella Valley Music Festival is this weekend!! "Youpppiee!"

Headless Mary

Someone knocked the head off of the Virgin Mary statue in front of the Saint Monica Church on Easter Sunday. The church is very pretty and is 2 blocks from our apartment. They still don't know who did it and the news is calling it a 'hate crime'. I just don't know how someone was able to break the head off of a marble statue without anyone noticing. They covered the top of the statue with a plastic bag.
I got this photo off the internet... it's not very good.

This is my desk...

...and those are my Jelly Bellys.

Dannon? More like Dumb.

I was about to eat a yogurt at work last week when I pulled open the label and saw another label inside the yogurt. Sick. So I didn't eat the yogurt. Instead I emailed Dannon to tell them that they suck and I'm never eating their yogurt ever again. But I guess finding a label in your yogurt is a big deal because they called me right back. I had to answer all these ridiculous questions. For example, "Did the label get in your mouth?" Um, no. Who would eat a label? Then they asked me if I still had the yogurt. I said I did but then I remembered that I had thrown it in the trash, so I had to dig it out of the trash and put it in the fridge at work.

Today I got a package in the mail that they sent me so that I can send them the yogurt. It contained all this stuff, even the styrofoam cooler which looks like it was intended for the secure transport of human organs. So tomorrow I have to call UPS to come pick up the 4oz defected week-old trash-infected yogurt in a foam cooler 20 times bigger than the yogurt itself.

So it goes again.

I just got done reading this book and then I met a guy who had it tattooed on his arm. His name is Kenny. He's from one of the 'K' states. Like Kansas or Kentucky or something. I can't remember which one.

Hummingbird Moth

Just killing time before the commute home. Ok, I leave now.