Thursday, February 23, 2012

All Domesticity and Hip-Hop

Baked sweet potatoes, that is the thing. We had them with dinner last night and I'm having another for lunch today (yes I'm the guy who eats lunch before noon) and it's like, why don't I eat these every single day? I could, you know. With a dab of butter and a dot of sour cream and some salt and pepper - food heaven. Also, cut up and roasted with a dash of cayenne. Or mashed. All bow to the humble mis-named root veggie that is as good for you as it is delicious. Note: this post is not sponsored by the sweet potato council of America, but if you are looking to pay for endorsements, call me. Sell-out, schmell-out.

I'm pretty thrilled that today is Thursday because even though I do work on Friday, it's not in the office, so Thursday night always feels like a bit of a party. Granted my party is me and a glass of wine and NBC's line-up, but the idea of being able to make my own hours come morning gives it a celebratory vibe. Like, anything can happen, pals, it's Thursday! Though in retrospect, from the number of hungover Fridays I spent at my job, I guess I always felt this way.

From the very important things of life department: it's haircut time. I'm obsessed with the idea of a stacked bob. I know I had one before, once, but I don't remember if I didn't get it again because it was too much work, or some other reason. So do I get one? I probably will. And this time I'll be sure to record the results.

Thursday-friendly music corner: I hope you haven't forgotten this rap classic, but in case you did, let me refresh your memory with fly-ness. (As an aside, I think it's a good idea not to year-check in song because it dates an otherwise timeless piece of work and makes listeners who-shall-not-be-named feel as old as dirt's grandfather.)

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