awesome hair is awesome.

I may not have health insurance, but I do have Google and a Duane Reed.

Finally, something in Times Square relevant to my interests.

Let's do this Halloween thing, y'all.

Solved my pumpkin problem.

Me to Gabe: 'You act like its totally weird that I'd just hang around the house in the crown. Like we'd never met before.'

I'm only mildly inspired.

The Universe is testing me. But at least when it comes to the chili I will prevail.

Show me more of this Earth thing called 'kissing.'

Just so I can't deny it later--I had a good day today.

You know, sexy mental patient. So. So. Tempting.

As you might expect, I was unreasonably excited to do the Halloween door decorations today.

We have a+++ seats for Fall Out Boy. Asher Roth opened instead of All American Rejects; was cringe inducing bad. And again, that's from me.

Roccos pastery vision to quell the sadness.

36 and 3rd. I *need* one.

I got the drop on you.

I'm a shaaaaaark! Mini goooolf! Suck my diiiick! I'm a shaaaark!

This is why Gabe is fat (brownie, midnight moo, moose tracks ice cream, and extra peanut butter cups)

Vaca. Nutshell.