All The Small Things

This post is about a few minor, seemingly inconsequential things that happen to me that I make a big deal out of, either rightly or wrongly.

I got a sweet-ass haircut yesterday. It's actually just a light fade with the taper in the back, but the guy did a really good job of it. And, I am proud to announce, after nearly 25 years on this planet, I finally have enough upper-lip hair to call it a mustache. I also had him extend my sideburns all the way down and have the hair follow my jawline. It looks sweet-ass.

Whenever I am at a club, especially here in Midtown, it never fails that several groups of like 4 or 5 super hot girls roll up and walk right in to the party. Where the hell do these girls come from?!? And more importantly, why I don't I know them? Maybe I see them on the street in their everyday clothes and think nothing of it, but then they go through metamorphosis on Friday and Saturday nights and become fucking bombshells. I'm not the kind of guy to reach out and grab a girl's ass, but last night I had a hell of a time controlling myself. But then I remind myself these girls are all golddiggers, and since I am also a golddigger, it wouldn't work out. But who cares? I'm not talking about marriage, I'm talking about tonight!*

Can anyone identify the middle eastern country someone accessed this website from? It's next to Africa, but I don't know what it is.


*copyright 2005 by Logan