I don’t watch American Idol, I don’t care about it, I get profoundly annoyed when people around me talk about it. Therefore I’m in full hypocrite mode now that Project Runway, Season 3 has begun. I watch, I care, and I happily chatter about it in the company of eye-rolling hatahs. Watching tonight’s premiere was uncut dope delivered straight into my eager veins. Judy and I copped our high at her house after kicking Mike outta the house and popping open the Syrah. Add some barbecue hamburgers and, well, I found my weekly home until September.

In other happy news: I had adventures on Telegraph Road today. Not Telephone Road (see previous entry). See my flickr photostream (or search for telegraphroad) to see some of the awesome things I saw.

In otherer happy news: I went to my chiropractor today, and experienced (and continue to experience) relief to my very core. Self, remember this feeling! Keep going to Dr. Glenn and get the cracklacka on a regular basis!