celebrated valentine's day this weekend. dinner at leblon. ever been to a brazilian steakhouse? if you like the idea of continuous meat, it's a good thing.

finally got around to getting the new belle & sebastian, the life pursuit, today. the damn thing's been out since tuesday--I'm slacking off! I'm withholding opinion on it, though, until I've given it 10-15 listens.

famous vocalists should dress in disguise, go to really lame karaoke contests, and sing their own songs. I'd do it. but then, my sense of humor is such that I'd really WANT to lose.

in this month's issue of cargo, monsieur jeremy piven. a sliver of chest is visible, and there is definitely some hair regrowth. maybe there's still hope. I know I'm always getting on my high horse about this, but any guy who routinely waxes his chest/stomach region may as well just cut his balls off, in my opinion. you're a man. take pride in what your testosterone has wrought!

that said, anything on the back and shoulders is negotiable. by all means, nair away.

for years I've been wanting to try jamaican blue mountain coffee. y'know, the stuff that's generally $30+ per pound? I bought a teeeeensy bag today at fresh market and brewed a bit. mmm. I think I understand the appeal, even if my wallet may never quite grasp it.

the quarter life crisis has hit. I really need to put some spice into my life. this drudging through the humdrum week for the promise of a cookie cutter weekend is wearing thin (of course, the time spent with justin makes every weekend worthwhile, but you know). I have little time for hobbies, same problem for extended learning, and I already have a sports car. so far the best I can come up with is taking an online course in esperanto. which, all things considered, is a pretty badass idea.