Lately, I’ve eaten a lot of bread and cheese. And bread. And cheese. And bread and cheese. And it’s starting to come back to haunt me.
Hopefully the rigors of airport travel will help me work it out, because I’m on my way in a few hours to head to New York for Mel‘s wedding! w00t!
And I’ll be hanging out with Sherri and Malia for the weekend. I met Sherri and Mel once three years ago, and I’ve never met Malia, even though I’ve “known” them all for … shit … five-and-a-half years now. I would have met Malia three years ago, but she got in a car accident on the way to see me. I still feel guilty about that.
But anyway, I’m beyond excited. Words cannot express. So I shall perform an interpretive squeal.
*EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
Y’all have a nice weekend. Seacrest Swirlspice out.





