Enjoying
Dane Cook. Laughter truly is the best medicine. A smile, a giggle can heal a wound better than any band aid can. I even shrugged off the fact that a white Mazda or BMW slightly cuffed my right side mirror on the highway today. My friend was trying to divert my attention to the fact that a car just hit mine, but I didn't want to miss the punch line. No damage done to my baby Jake, thank goodness!

Worrying
About nothing at the moment. It's an oddly wonderful feeling, like water on the beach creeping up to your toes just enough to give you a smile on your face, before it recedes back into the ocean.

Craving
A Colombian empenada from Rico Pan Bakery in Queens, enough so that I might take a little drive over there on Saturday. I don't care what anyone else says. Our stomachs control our lives.

Missing
My family. My parents tailgated my brother on his High School Band trip to Disney, so I've had the house to myself since Friday. It's getting a bit too lonely for my tastes. I'm used to a lot of people around me, that the solitude gets quite depressing sometimes. That, and I've just had about enough of take out. I miss the home cooking.

Infatuated
With someone who's probably not good for me. Why do I always fall for the wrong ones? I think it's some kind of curse. There must have been something I did in the past to deserve such karma.

Labels: Weekly Tidings