Some thoughts on the first of December.

Swollen belly on account of an exceptionally successful Turkey Day. This has been added to and improved upon by an absurd amount of Mexican food provided by my job. Fabulous. It is already Wednesday, and last I checked, the week had just started. I dig this fact quite a bit.

Last night a dear friend absolutely killed-it at his company's launch party: Root Music is well on its way to being something epic. My high school love of hip hop was fully expressed last night via Del The Funkee Homosapien, Heiroglyphics, and some straight up dirty danncing: ass out; grindin'; cheesin'; feelin' it.

I have every intention of dressing up like Santa Claus in the midst of hundreds of other Santa Clausizzizzis(izisisis) and getting wasted this Saturday. Now if ever there has been a more professional sounding sentence, I beg of you to show it to me.

And now for a few bullet points:

• Made a new friend on the train this morning. Awesome.
  
• I live in San Francisco- still a very fun fact.
  
• Oh, Happinesses, I thank thee for joining me in my routine of these fine, unusually sunny days (Being grownded in Seattle has left its mark).

I leave you with a quote:

"Never take life too seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway."