spooooogiddy.

guess who had a hot meal waiting on the table for him when he got home?
whoa.
good guess.
yeah,
it was ME.
two back to back black tree silhouette appointments,
over the course of the whole entire workday,
left me feeling like a shadow of my former self.
ha.
and, therefore, by the laws of hard styles and harder times and longest days,
and through repetition and aggravation, activated and exacerbated
by the monotonous drone of black on black packing ink zapping,
could it even possible am i doing another 'nother 'nother one today?
mmmhmmm.
of course i am.
the woodsly goodness LOVES the woodsly goodness.
that's real.
but yesterday, duders,
when i came home,
there was something good sitting all steamy hot on the counter for my face.
yup.
check the floppy-noodoo-type teleport:

spaghetti with that thick manly maestro gravy jauns.
courtesy of ms. ampy-d.
that's right, neighbors.
i got a special serving of  that nice nice!
al dente strips of semolina bird's nest,
plus,
a whole lotta vegan crumbly spicy organic super-sexxxy meatless meaty sauce!
...and those parsley sprankles,
because she knows what's really good, too.
wait....what?
is that garlic bread, too?
it sure is;
and it's a lickably perfect preparation of both bread and garlic.
mmmmmm.
you're wondering if i had three man-sized helpings?
oh, indeed i did.
and i didn't mind making sure i mowed down a messy mass of it,
all three times in a row.
guys,
i always forget that i'm italiano inside my veins an' sh!t,
and that the pasta calls out a siren song to my stomach,
and that my sauce count needs replenishing periodically.
huh?
y'all don't know about the sauce count?
c'mon.
what are you?
an A*-hole?
well, it's a real thing.
real men gotta maintain a healthy dosage of consistent tomato-based expertism,
through pasta or pizza or whatever,
lest the hottness cool off considerably due to low sauce counts.
g'head, ask ANYbody from new haven, ct. usa.
they all know all about these things.
word up.
anyway,
my count is off the charts at the moment,
and my tree tattoo score is right up there, too.
i've got snow falling down,
dogs waking up,
and in between those two white things,
i've gotten no sleep at all.
i keep my counts up,
i keep my eyes open,
i get up, and i stay up,
and that's what's up;
never quiet, never soft.....