So, this happened: Liz made a double layered peanut butter and bacon rice crispy treat pizza with  Michaelangelo on top for her brother’s birthday party.

So, this happened: Liz made a double layered peanut butter and bacon rice crispy treat pizza with Michaelangelo on top for her brother’s birthday party.

Mom played a mean trick on me.

Mom played a mean trick on me.

Tree choppin’!

Tree choppin’!

Obligatory leftovers food porn.

Obligatory leftovers food porn.

Obligatory leftovers food porn.

Obligatory leftovers food porn.

What am I thankful for? Well, let me tell you.

It’s time once again to come to terms with the holidays. Yes, Thanksgiving, and Christmas — really only the former. For the uninitiated, Thanksgiving really has little to do with remembering the Pilgrims.

Full disclosure: my 11th great grandfather was Thomas Rogers, the 15th signature of the Mayflower Compact. Yes, that Mayflower.

Thanksgiving has little to do with spending cherished time with loved ones, whilst desperately peering through an alcoholic haze searching for names to associate with faces. ( i drank two glasses of wine.) Or, a veritable sign post marking the countdown to Black Friday — a cleverly crafted lie; read: economics lesson. In fact, it has little to do with anything these days, except for a few precious, self indulgent days afterwards involving food.

Yeah, that’s right. Leftovers.

Thanksgiving is a time to reenact the meal in perhaps some of the most unsavory, vile, and gut wrenching ways imaginable. After a solid 12 hour day at work, all I could think about was an open faced turkey melt, piled high with mashed potatoes and gravy — loaded with chicken livers, chopped neck meat, and leftover bacon.

Call me American. But, I am truly thankful for that which I am about to receive.

Cheers.

To be fourteen, again, is to slip into an uncontrollable coma of perpetual afternoon naps when even the promise of hanging out with a friend after school loses the battle of the mind versus the growing body.

To be fourteen, again, is to slip into an uncontrollable coma of perpetual afternoon naps when even the promise of hanging out with a friend after school loses the battle of the mind versus the growing body.

Today a customer told me he could tell I was a man of character because of this picture.

Today a customer told me he could tell I was a man of character because of this picture.

So, this happened today.

So, this happened today.

garfieldminusgarfield:

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Every. Single. Morning.

garfieldminusgarfield:

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Every. Single. Morning.

There was a hole in the sky today.

There was a hole in the sky today.

Is this what you did all day? #dog #lazy dog

Is this what you did all day? #dog #lazy dog

Goodbye, Facebook.

Effective immediately, I’m leaving Facebook. There’s no cohesive explanation to offer, other than it’s a poor form of communication between myself, a very select few friends and colleagues, and a lot of people I just don’t know well. This medium will never afford the opportunities to foster healthy relationships. If you need to reach me email, call/text, or follow me on my tumblr blog. It’s been a fascinating journey. Until soon.

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@tacobell just got a whole lot classier. Maybe it’s an Akron thing.

@tacobell just got a whole lot classier. Maybe it’s an Akron thing.