dear st pogues day

they say libras should look out during march the month of pisces because the freakiness of the month may affect  libras’ sensitive balance.

but either astrologys a bunch of crap or something but i always have a great time on st patricks day which happens in the month of p and last night i got so, i mean, enjoyed myself so much that i forgot to send general pitt the photos i promised.

lets go back to thursday morning. 6am. my phone bleeps due to a text message. now i could ignore such a sound because nowadays it could be anything: spam, twitter dm, my mom txting me pictures of flowers. and on the other hand it could be an emergency about the content or performance of any of our 40+ blogs, including this personal one.

so i get out of bed to the alarm clock upon which said phone is being charged in and i see its our hunky canadian amigo wishing me a Happy St. Pogues Day. what a good man. we dont txt often but when its done its always a delightful surprise.

then work was insane as it often is. i got to eat outside at the farmers market with a handful of excellent coworkers.

when i got home chris my old pal was waiting for me to get there so i could loan him my lil leica, then we had some of the most delicious tacos youve ever tasted.

as soon as he bailed i got a txt from young ali miller who said she was on her way over to rage with me on hollywood blvd to celebrate a saint i still dont know anything about even though im a million years old and grew up outside the decidedly irish city of chicago.

im grateful to say that although hollywood (and the times) was decked out beautifully in green no one was talking about the accomplishments and miracles of the day’s namesake.  but guiness, jameson, and baileys were injested. and several cabs were tipped generously for arriving exactly when our minds willed them to.

i woke with a giant smile on my face and iron maiden playing on the computer.

and this lone picture on my iphone, mr pitt.

how can i be in a great mood And have a hang over?

about girl scout cookies

cuz im a freak perhaps?

clearly theres a screw loose – but enough about me, lets talk about my cute little niece, the girl scout.

my mom was all hey order some girl scout cookies from your niece. i was all F THE GIRL SCOUTS!

my mom was like :(

i continued THEY DONT EVEN BAKE THOSE COOKIES THEY SHOULD FREAKIN BAKE

my mom is the greatest mom of all, fyi, she had plenty of chances to kill me in my sleep but resisted

young black men die all the time. theres never any investigation.

mom was all, it will help with her self confidence. didnt selling cub scout candy boost yours?

i was like YEAH CUZ I WENT DOOR TO DOOR AND LEARNED THE ART OF THE SALE!!!!

mom was WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?

i was all whoops sorry caps lock fail.

then i said ma im on a diet.

she said you know i dont want you rejoining the xbi.

i was like shhhhh this isnt a secure line. hear those clicks?

finally my mom wore me down,

and the clicks were full on morse coding “dont be a dbag buy some damn cookies”

so i said ok ma, have the little angel send me a self addressed stamped envelope with an invoice

tell her i wanna order 10 boxes of thin mints and ship em to my thighs.

and yesterday i got the invoice.